The sun was beginning to rise. Keiko scowled at the light, then at the empty side of the bed. Everyone else was asleep. She didn't know why she still spent time at the temple. Yusuke had been her reason before, her reason for everything. But that had changed. She told him one day after school that they should see other people. He agreed. Keiko sighed, wishing for the millionth time that she hadn't said that. She rose from her side of the bed, again glancing at the other side. Where he used to sleep. Shaking her head, Keiko padded out into the hall, still dressed in her pajamas.

The next room was Yukina's. The door was open a crack, and she peeked in. Kuwabara lay sprawled across most of the bed, with Yukina tucked in the crook of his arm. The ice demon had her head on his shoulder, little hands fisted into his nightshirt. Keiko closed the door, her heart aching. Yusuke never held her like that. Across the hall was the room Kurama shared with Botan. She opened the door quietly, not wanting to disturb the room's occupants. They slept face to face, his crimson hair mixing with her azure. She noticed their linked hands resting between their chests. She left as quickly as she'd come, eyes watering. He'd always turned his back to her, never touching her as they slept.

The next room was his. Theirs. Without even realizing she'd moved, Keiko found herself in front of his door, hand on the knob. She had to know. The door opened silently, her eyes taking in everything. Yusuke lay on his back, arms draped loosely around his lover. She watched for several minutes until his brown eyes slowly blinked open, then focused on the demon curled against him. He turned onto his side and pulled the small body closer. One hand lifted to trace a delicate eyebrow, the button nose, full lips. A smile graced his own lips as he caressed a pale cheek, ran his fingers down the slender throat. He pressed kisses to a bare shoulder before pulling the nightshirt's sleeve back into place, then kissed the demon's forehead, eyelids, mouth. He brushed locks of black hair away from the slumbering face, and whispered, "I love you more than anything in all three worlds." Keiko choked. He had never held her like that, never watched her sleep, never spoke loving words to her. She pulled the door shut, praying that he hadn't noticed her. Now she wished that she hadn't needed to know.