Muichiro felt his cheeks heat up as he glanced over at Akatsuki, who had nestled under the covers. She was facing away from him, her peaceful breathing filling the room. With a sigh, he returned to his desk, the glow of his lamp illuminating the pages before him, but his focus kept drifting back to her. After a moment's hesitation, he grabbed his phone, added a cute filter to a picture of her sleeping, and snapped the photo, a soft smile creeping across his face.
An hour passed, and Muichiro finally closed his books, satisfied with his study session. He noticed the blanket slipping from Akatsuki's shoulders, threatening to leave her exposed to the cool air. Gently, he pulled it back up, tucking her in snugly before taking a seat next to her. As he sat there, a warm feeling spread through him. I'll just stay here for a little while, he thought, resting his head against the wall.
Before he knew it, exhaustion caught up with him, and he drifted off to sleep.
Later, he woke up to the sensation of warmth against his side. Startled, he opened his eyes to find Akatsuki's head resting on his shoulder. His heart raced when he realized his arm had instinctively curled around her waist, holding her close. Her legs intertwined with his, creating an undeniable intimacy that made his face burn with embarrassment. Akatsuki smiled in her sleep, a soft, content expression that made Muichiro's heart flutter. He couldn't help but blush even more, his mind racing with a mix of emotions as he tried to process the closeness between them.
Muichiro carefully slipped out from under Akatsuki, making sure not to disturb her as he eased himself off the bed. His heart still raced from the unexpected closeness, his cheeks tinged pink as he tried to regain his composure. He grabbed an oversized T-shirt from his drawer, tugging it over his head in an attempt to calm down. Stealing one last glance at Akatsuki, he couldn't help but smile softly, warmth spreading through him at the sight of her sleeping so peacefully.
Once in his bed, he exhaled slowly, feeling his heart gradually settle as he pulled the covers up. Despite the distance between their beds, the memory of her warmth lingered, making it hard for him to fall asleep right away. His mind replayed the way she'd naturally leaned into him, her gentle smile, and the way it felt to hold her close, even if only for a little while. Eventually, as the night grew quiet and the room filled with the soft rhythm of their breathing, Muichiro drifted off, his dreams carrying traces of that warmth he could still feel on his skin.
It was early morning, and the sun was just starting to filter through the dorm windows. Akatsuki yawned, blinking groggily at the ceiling. All the boys were already dressed and ready, their energy levels way too high for her liking at this hour. As she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Muichiro leaned in through the doorframe, grinning.
"C'mon, sleepyhead—rise and shine!" he said, with a playful smirk.
Akatsuki sighed, dragging herself out of bed and into the living room. Her eyebrows shot up when she saw Sanemi pinning Obanai to the ground, his fist raised as if about to strike. But as soon as Sanemi noticed her, he froze mid-action, quickly pretending otherwise.
"I-I was just, uh... adjusting his hair," Sanemi stammered, pulling Obanai to his feet and trying to brush off the scuffle. Akatsuki chuckled, rolling her eyes as she went to get dressed.
Once in her room, she realized her tights were missing. Opening the door a crack, she called, "Hey, Muichiro, have you seen my tights?"
Muichiro glanced up, mid-bite of his toast. "Hmm... check my wardrobe; they might have gotten mixed in with my clothes."
"Thanks," Akatsuki replied, slipping into his room. She rummaged through his neatly folded clothes, noticing a few peculiar items tucked away in the back—a cat ear headband and a small bell collar. She smirked, slipping them into her bag with a mischievous glint. Finally, she spotted her tights and slipped them on, hurrying out to meet the guys.
