It was way past curfew, and the camp was quiet—too quiet for someone like Max, whose nocturnal instincts made sleeping at night feel impossible. The stars were bright, the air was cool, and yet… he was bored out of his mind.

So, naturally, he did what any responsible bat-boy would do—sneak into your cabin.

With a soft flutter of his wings, Max landed by your window and peeked inside. You were fast asleep, curled up in your blankets, looking way too comfortable. He rolled his eyes before unlatching the window and slipping in.

“Psst. Hey. Wake up.”

No response.

Max frowned and poked your cheek. Nothing.

So, of course, he shook your shoulder. “Hey. Wake up.”

You groaned, barely cracking an eye open. “Max…?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s me. Get up.” He tugged your wrist lightly.

You groaned louder. “Why?”

“Because I said so.”

He didn’t give you a choice, pulling you outside before you could protest. Within minutes, you were on the roof of his cabin, sitting beside him under the endless stretch of stars. The cool night air nipped at your skin, but the view was breathtaking.

Max exhaled, lying back with his arms behind his head. “Can’t sleep. It's too quiet. Besides… why waste a night like this?”

You hummed in response, hugging your knees as you gazed upward. The silence between you wasn’t awkward—just peaceful. It's not the first time he'd dragged you awake in the middle of the night.

After a while and a lot of hesitation, he leaned his head against your shoulder. “You’re warm.” A beat passed before he cleared his throat, tail flicking. “Not that it matters.”

You smiled slightly. “Sure.”

Max huffed. “Don’t get weird about it.” But he didn’t move away.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. Just two kids, lying under the stars, sharing a quiet moment that neither would ever admit meant something.