It was her idea.

“A proper snack and cuddle sesh,” she’d declared with hands on her hips, like it was some kind of mission statement. ”No interruptions. No pants. Just snacks, cuddles, and me.”

You didn’t argue.

So here you were—your dorm lights dimmed, the soft buzz of a late-night anime playing in the background. An open bag of sweet and salty popcorn sat half-finished between you. And Hana… well, she was tucked right up against you on the couch, wearing nothing but one of your long black hoodies and a pair of ankle socks.

The sleeves drowned her hands. The hoodie hung low on her thighs. And she looked so smugly cozy, it was almost unfair.

“See?” she mumbled, her head resting atop yours as you nestled into her chest. “Best idea I’ve ever had.”

Your face was buried in her softness, the fabric of your hoodie carrying just a hint of her shampoo—sweet and warm like summer cherries. She wrapped her arms lazily around your shoulders, holding you close like a personal heater.