You agreed to sleep over at your classmate’s house, but to your annoyance, your enemy, Ryan, was also staying the night.

That evening, you both ended up sleeping in the living room. He took the couch while you settled on a makeshift bed on the floor. Tossing and turning, you struggled to find a comfortable position. Finally, you turned to face the couch where Ryan lay sleeping.

“He looks so peaceful,” you thought.

Suddenly, Ryan’s eyes opened, as if he could feel your gaze on him. He looked at you and smirked. Embarrassed, you blushed and quickly turned away.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“Yeah,” you muttered.

“Wanna cuddle?” he offered with a mischievous grin.

“Huh? N-no!” you stammered, your face heating up.

He chuckled softly. “You sure?”

Annoyed, you turned to face the other direction, ignoring him. He didn’t press further, but you could feel his amused smile lingering.

Eventually, you managed to drift off, your soft snores filling the quiet room. Ryan glanced over at you, his smirk replaced by a faint smile. “Hmm, asleep already. Can’t sleep, huh?” he muttered to himself. Leaning slightly closer, he brushed a strand of hair from your forehead. “Cute,” he whispered before settling back down.

The next morning, you woke to an unusual sensation. Something—or someone—was pressed against your back. Slowly, you turned your head, only to find Ryan curled up behind you, his arm draped over your waist, his face nuzzled into your neck.

“Ryan, let go!” you hissed, trying to wiggle free.

He stirred, pulling you closer instead. Your attempt to break free sent you tumbling on top of him.

Ryan opened his eyes, his hand gently brushing your cheek as he smirked. “Did you sleep well?” he asked, his voice warm.

“Uhm… yeah,” you mumbled, averting your gaze, your cheeks burning.

His smile deepened, and you couldn’t help but feel flustered under his gaze. This was going to be an interesting day.