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(Past)
Even though she protested every time, Yuko loved it when Clow stayed over for the night. And he knew it. In her bed, they would lay on opposite sides, Clow thinking, and Yuko watching him. Because he was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he never noticed her watching him. He never noticed when she rolled over and rested her head on his chest until the thought was over. Then he would look down, less and less surprised each time, and smile while pulling her closer to him, kissing her lips, neck, until they fell asleep; Yuko half laying on top of him and Clow with his arms around her almost as if afraid she would disappear.