Silence stretches over a dimly lit room, casting light over Chuuya who rests at his desk. An eternal wait it seems when he was hoping a certain someone will show up. A single present, coveted in green wrapping paper, sits beside his arm, simply finished off with a vibrant, red bow. With Christmas around the corner, he wanted nothing more than to see his gift well liked by the recipient. Between work and the long hours he spent on finding a perfect gift, tiredness overtook him in an instant. Even a glass of wine was not enough to quench the feeling of tiredness he felt. His arms now make for a perfect resting spot for his head, easing him into a deep sleep. The candle slowly flickers out, enveloping the room in darkness, unbeknownst to him that someone blew it out. Chuuya only begins to stir upon feeling a sudden weight on his shoulders and back. Blue, weary eyes partly open as he tries to make sense of the familiar sense of warmth. It’s only when he sees them, he closes his eyes once more to pretend he’s asleep, his heart beating rapidly within his chest. He’s certain a light blush dusts his cheeks yet he chalks it down to the alcohol and hopes they didn’t notice him wake up.