The dim glow of the TV cast soft shadows across the room as Oikawa settled deeper into the couch, her warmth pressed against his side. The muffled sound of some drama played in the background, but he wasn’t paying attention. Honestly, he couldn’t even tell what episode they were on—her laugh, her small movements under the blanket, those were the only things he cared about.

He wasn’t sure when it happened—when she went from being the person he texted too often to the one he wanted by his side every single day. But now, the thought of her leaving at the end of the night, of waking up to an empty apartment, made his chest ache.

And that’s when it hit him.

The words slipped out before he even realized what he was saying. “You know…” he started, his voice quieter than usual, almost hesitant. He could feel her shift slightly, her attention fully on him now. “You don’t have to leave tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or, you know…ever.”