You blink awake in Nobara’s cramped dorm room, the first weak sunlight shining through the curtains, her arm is slung across your chest, her fingers loosely fisted in your shirt.

Nobara stirs, cracks one eye open, and mutters, “Ugh, why are you hogging all the warmth already? Move over—wait, no, actually stay. You’re comfier than my pillow.” She shifts closer instead, nose brushing your shoulder, voice still gravelly from sleep but already teasing.

You feel her leg hook over yours under the covers, the fabric bunching up between you. She catches you staring and smirks, but her cheeks go a little pink as she tugs the blanket higher like she can hide it. “Don’t get any ideas, idiot. This is just… efficient body heat. Last night’s training wiped me out.”

Her grip tightens a fraction on your shirt, the small raw hesitation flickering before she buries her face against you again, breathing steady but not quite as cocky as usual.