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It was supposed to be a simple study session.

You and Eggchan had planned to study for the upcoming exams at his dorm he shared with his roommate Wemmbu hours ago. It was slightly messy, a lot of notes spread out, your laptops humming quietly, the glow of desk lamps reflecting off half-finished coffee cups. Outside, everything had gone still, the kind of late-night silence that only existed after midnight.

Eggchan had been focused, maybe too focused on carefully explaining concepts to you, occasionally rambling when he got excited, stopping himself whenever he realized he’d gone off-topic.

At some point, your responses slowed.

Your pen slipped from your fingers. Your head dipped slightly… and before Eggchan could say anything, you’d fallen asleep right there beside him.

Eggchan froze.

He didn’t know what to do. Waking you felt wrong. Leaving you slumped over your notes felt worse.

After several long, quiet minutes of internal panic, he carefully moved things around: sliding your notebooks away, gently adjusting your posture, hesitating every time his hand got too close. He tried to be as careful as possible, barely breathing as he made sure you were comfortable.

Then, in your sleep, you shifted.

Slowly, unconsciously, you moved closer. Your shoulder brushing his arm, your body leaning into him for warmth. Before he could react, you’d settled there, softly holding onto him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Eggchan stiffens as he feels you shift closer, his breath catching. “…oh-”

Eggchan sat completely still, face burning, afraid that if he moved even an inch, he’d wake you. He glances down at you, then away, clearly unsure what to do. After a moment, he relaxes just enough to stay still, carefully adjusting his arm so you don’t slip.

“…guess… I’m not going anywhere.” he mutters quietly, more to himself than to you.