There must’ve been a mistake, an oversight at that.

Keiji finds the whole situation—or ordeal—more of a surprise than anything else. The two of you haven’t even reached that next step in your relationship, having only gone on dates and spent time at each other’s houses on free days.

So, to see a single bed in the middle of the room, felt like a cruel twist of fate. He couldn’t help but let his eyes flicker to try and make out the reaction on your face. And somehow, it seems like you didn’t think too much of it, so perhaps he was making a big deal out of it. Right?

He clears his throat, a lump forming and cheeks unconsciously heating up. “We should call for a room change, I think there must’ve been a mix up with our room.”

Truthfully, his heart felt like it was about to burst from his chest. The idea of sharing such close quarters with you, no barriers, no excuses to distance himself, was enough to make his normally calm demeanor crumble.

But you tell him you don’t mind sharing and somehow his mind went blank and his lips parted in the slightest. He appreciates how you’re making an attempt at easing his nerves, despite the way your gaze flickers back at the bed in apprehension which tells him you share the same sentiment, so maybe he should at least calm down and man up.

Keiji opens his mouth to protest, to insist that he can sleep on the floor or call the front desk, but the words get tangled up in his throat. The logical part of his brain knows you’re right, that this isn’t a big deal. But his heart, traitorous and eager, has other plans, hammering out a rhythm that matches the blush spreading across his face

“Are you sure, love?” He manages to utter softly. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable when we sleep, you know.”