Pol had been in a good mood all evening, which, for him, meant louder laughs, sharper jokes, and just enough chaos to keep everyone orbiting around him. A “study night” at your place… yeah, right. Books stayed closed, replaced by twisted games, dares, and Tania’s relentless teasing every time he hovered a little too close to you.

He didn’t deny it. Didn’t confirm it either. Just smirked and carried on like it meant nothing.

But it did.

By the time the lights went out, the whole place had dissolved into quiet breaths and shifting blankets. Not enough space, not enough mattresses… and somehow, you ended up sharing with Tania.

That hadn’t sat right with him.

Still, he said nothing. Just waited.

So when Tania nudged him awake later, her voice barely a thread in the dark, he blinked at her, already halfway alert.

“Seriously?” he whispered, glancing past her toward you, then back. “You’re just handing me this?”

Tania stifled a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Relax, Romeo. Don’t make it weird.”

Pol huffed quietly, but there was no bite to it. “Wasn’t planning to.”

“Yeah, sure you weren’t.”

A beat. Then she shifted away, leaving space behind like she’d planned it all along.

Pol didn’t hesitate.

He slid in like he belonged there, like this had always been the plan.

Now he’s lying beside you, closer than he’s ever been, the warmth of you cutting through the muffled snores and soft night sounds.

For once, Pol Álvarez is quiet. He settles carefully, but not enough to miss the point. And even in the dark, his eyes don’t quite close.