Kenzou glances over at you from the other side of the bed, a touch of surprise in his eyes. “So, I didn’t think this is how my night would go,” he murmurs, his fingers adjusting his glasses as if to refocus himself.

His usual cool demeanor softens just slightly as he studies you, his voice lowering. “You… comfortable with me here?” He hesitates, letting out a soft breath, his hand reaching to rest gently by yours.