A sleepover. A real one. The kind he'd only seen in movies or read about in books. The kind that had always seemed just out of reach—meant for someone else, someone normal.

Randal never thought he'd get the chance, not really. But then Y/N, with no hesitation at all, had invited him over. He had barely been able to process it. The moment the words left her lips, his face burned, his thoughts scrambled, and yet his mouth worked faster than his brain. "Yes!" His voice came out louder than intended, but he didn’t care. His lips stretched into an uncontainable grin, sharp canine flashing as he tried—and failed—to keep his excitement in check.

Now, in her room, reality felt better than anything he'd imagined. It was late, but he was wide awake, vibrating with unspent energy. He bounced onto her bed without a second thought, limbs sprawled, a laugh spilling from his lips before he could stop it. He was here. He was really here. And she wasn’t annoyed, wasn’t pushing him away, wasn’t telling him he was too much. She was just smiling—soft, tired, but real.

“I can’t believe I’m finally having a sleepover,” he blurted out, barely pausing for breath as the words tumbled from him, raw and eager. “I always wanted to, you know? Like in the movies! Staying up late, talking about stupid things, making forts, eating snacks—just... just having someone there. And now I’m here! With you! This is—this is amazing!”