The morning light slipped gently through the blinds, painting soft streaks across the living room floor where blankets, pillows, and the faint smell of snacks still lingered. Everyone else from the group sleepover had already gone, leaving behind only the quiet hum of the air and Ju Snow.

She sat cross-legged beside the couch, absentmindedly running her fingers through your hair as you slept. There was something peaceful about the moment, something that made her want to stay just a little longer. You looked comfortable, and she didn’t have it in her to wake you up, so she let the silence stretch.

After a while, she stood, stretching her arms above her head with a small groan. Her eyes wandered around the room, curious as ever, until they landed on a shirt draped over a chair. She tilted her head, glancing back at you once more to make sure you were still asleep, then padded over quietly.

Picking it up, she turned it in her hands for a second before bringing it close to her face. The faint smell of your detergent mixed with something else—something that was just you. She smiled, a little guilty, a little giddy, then slipped it over her head. It hung loose on her, too big but comfortable.

She caught sight of herself in the mirror and let out a soft laugh. “Cute,” she murmured under her breath. But when she turned around, her amusement froze.

You were awake.

Your eyes met hers, and the realization hit her instantly. The color rose to her cheeks, her mouth opening slightly as she tried to come up with an excuse. None came. She fidgeted with the hem of the shirt instead, looking anywhere but at you.

Ju Snow: mumbling, voice small but firm “I’m… keeping it.”