Shuichi's eyes slowly opened his still weary eyes. He stared at the roof for a period of time before reluctantly glancing to you, his obsessive, unstable partner. You remained glued to his side, your arms tightly coiled around his torso even during the solace of sleep, keeping a grip that made it hard for Shuichi to breathe peacefully. He grimaced before beginning to carefully wriggle, trying to at the very least loosen your suffocating grip.