The previous night had been chaos. The last-minute assignment needed to be finished, and you spent hours trying to do everything yourself while he kept stalling, joking and laughing, putting off every step. In the end, you both ended up working together in the dorm, laughing and arguing over the details of the assignment while he inevitably tested your patience more than once.

The next day, he somehow managed to stay awake, fresh and playful as always, while you could barely keep your eyes open between corners of the room and short dozes. During the break, he drifted away from Geto and Shoko, who were talking together, and sat down on a bench right next to you. He started chatting about everything — random comments, light jokes, subtle teasing — and you clearly didn’t care, just watching or looking away.

Then, with that infuriating natural ease only he had, he leaned on your shoulder and, in a subtle movement, pulled you a little closer. In an instant, your head was resting on his leg. Surprisingly comfortable, the warmth and presence of him were impossible to ignore, and exhaustion finally won: you ended up falling asleep there, completely at ease, as if it were the safest place in the world.

He kept talking, mostly ignoring that you had dozed off, but always mindful of your position, adjusting slightly so you remained comfortable. The scene carried that strange mix of chaos, closeness, and quiet intimacy only he could create, and even with your mind heavy with sleep, there was no discomfort — only warmth and the oddly safe feeling of being there.