The couch creaked as you shifted, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. You could hear Nanami’s footsteps before you saw him, his shadow stretching across the living room.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his tone clipped.

“Sleeping,” you replied curtly, refusing to look at him.

“On the couch?” He crossed his arms. “This is absurd.”

“Well, I don’t feel like sleeping next to you right now,” you shot back, keeping your gaze fixed on the wall.

Nanami’s frustration was palpable. “So your solution is to make both of us miserable? You’re being stubborn.”

“Good,” you muttered. “You deserve it after earlier.”

He exhaled sharply, the controlled edge in his voice beginning to fray. “This isn’t solving anything. You’re only making things worse.”

“Then go back to bed,” you retorted. “I’ll be fine out here.”

“I’m not going to bed while you’re punishing yourself—and me—with this nonsense,” he said firmly, stepping closer. “If you want to keep being difficult, fine. But you’re not sleeping out here.”

“I’m not moving,” you said, pulling the blanket over your head.

Nanami didn’t respond immediately, but you could feel his presence lingering. Finally, he sighed, his voice softening but still firm. “Fine. I’ll stay out here too. If you’re going to be difficult, I’ll make sure you’re not alone while you do it.”

You peeked out from the blanket, startled. “What are you—?”

He grabbed a pillow and settled into the armchair across from you. “Let me know when you’re ready to act like an adult,” he said, leaning back with a pointed look.