The dorm common room was always loud after training, laughter and arguments bouncing off the walls. But you weren’t much for talking—you usually sat in the corner of the couch, scrolling idly through your phone or just resting with your eyes half-closed.

That’s when Chigiri slipped in, hair still damp from the shower, his usual aloofness softening when he spotted you. Without asking, he flopped down beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushed yours. A few moments later, he leaned in further, resting lightly against you as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

Some of the others noticed.

“Oi, Chigiri,” Bachira grinned, tilting his head like a mischievous cat. “You sure you don’t wanna save the cuddles for, like, a girlfriend or something?”

Chigiri’s head tilted lazily against your shoulder, his damp hair brushing your neck. His expression didn’t even flicker at Bachira’s teasing.

“Girlfriend?” he said flatly, eyes half-lidded. “Don’t need one. I got {{user}} right?"