Status Quo | ✓

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I pivoted around and walked back into my room to grab the hairdryer. Handing it to him, I made my way around the couch and positioned myself on the floor, between his knees. Leon pushed the plug into the socket beside the couch and clicked the hairdryer on, directing the warm air towards the damp strands of my hair.

Curious, I asked, "Why do you always offer to dry my hair?"

"No reasons, I simply enjoy it," Leon replied, gently untangling the damp strands with his fingers.

I hugged my legs close to my chest and rested my chin on my knees. The constant whirring of the hairdryer and the tender movement of his fingers tugging softly on my hair felt really relaxing. My eyelids grew heavy with each moment and I nearly fell asleep when he was done drying my hair.

Leon placed the hairdryer aside and stood from the couch, tucking his hands around me before carrying me up in his hold and walked towards the bedroom. He lowered me down on the bed and I scooted near the headboard to pull the blankets up, covering myself under comfortable warmth. Wiggling myself into a cosy position, I said, "I'll wait for you."

Even when I said that, I was fighting a losing battle with sleep. My eyes were already battling to be closed as I willed them to open to look towards Leon. A soft chuckle sounded, and he cooed, "Go to sleep."

Unable to withstand the weariness, I sighed, "Alright."

Leon leaned in and kissed my forehead, whispering a quiet goodnight before standing up and walked towards the bathroom. I heard the faucet running and drifted off into sleep thereafter.

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When I woke up, Leon was all closed up to me. His long legs cradled mine and his arm circled my waist as he spooned me. I wriggled out of his hold and he let go of me naturally, turning his body so that he was laying on his back.

Leon had always been a heavy sleeper and it was difficult to wake him up unless he decided that it was time to wake up — I was sure that my slight movement wouldn't have woken him up. Pushing myself to sit, I lifted my arms up high to a stretch and turned around to look at him.

Leon snored softly in his sleep and his chest rose and fell in steadily rhythm, following each breath he took. His eyelids twitched a little and when I poked gently on his arm, he murmured something incomprehensible before a faint smile appeared on his charming face. A silent laugh bubbled up and I wondered what he was dreaming of to be this happy.

I was about to get off the bed when he turned, and his arm landed over my thighs. In a voice hazed with sleep, he rasped, "Where are you going?"

When I didn't reply, he tugged me towards him, and I fell back into his embrace. His breath was against my ear when he asked again, "Where are you going? It's barely six in the morning."

My eyes went straight towards the digital clock placed on the nightstand by my bed and finally realised that I woke up earlier than usual, but I had no intention of going back to sleep. Rather, I was feeling a sudden rush of heat when wrapped within his warmth and his breath tingled against the lobe of my ear. I tried to move but the arm around my waist tightened its grip and I felt a heat against my back. I stammered, "L-Leon."