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The day had been long and exhausting. Tyson and his friends, including Hilary, had thrown themselves into a grueling training session, pushing their limits in preparation for an upcoming tournament. By the time they'd finished, every one of them was barely able to keep their eyes open. Tyson had offered for everyone to crash at his place instead of making the long trek home, and they'd all gratefully accepted.
Tyson's dojo room was spacious, with plenty of room for everyone to spread out on the floor. They'd gathered their sleeping bags and blankets, lying in a scattered circle as they drifted off. Tyson found himself in between Kenny and Hilary, which was both a blessing and a bit of a curse. He wasn't about to complain—having Hilary next to him felt like an unexpected win. But sleep didn't come as easily as he'd expected.
Kenny was already snoring softly to his right, while on his left, Hilary lay curled up in her sleeping bag, her face peaceful in slumber. The faint moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow across the room and illuminating her features. Tyson's gaze drifted to her, and he felt a familiar warmth rise in his chest.
He turned onto his side, propping his head on his hand as he stole a glance at her. He knew he should close his eyes and get some sleep himself, but something about Hilary looked especially endearing tonight. That's when he noticed it—a small lock of her hair had come loose from her ponytail, sticking up in the most peculiar way.
He stifled a laugh, biting his lip to keep from making any noise. Her bedhead was, admittedly, adorable. The stubborn lock of hair jutted out in all directions, refusing to stay down. Tyson felt a grin tug at his lips, and he quickly glanced around to make sure he wasn't disturbing anyone else.
Everyone was sound asleep, lost in their own dreams. Kenny's snoring had even intensified slightly, while Max, on the other side of the room, muttered something incoherent in his sleep. Kai, as usual, was perfectly still, and Ray, ever the responsible one, had draped an extra blanket over himself.
Tyson turned his attention back to Hilary, his grin widening as he watched her. In her usual state, Hilary was a force to be reckoned with—strong, opinionated, and often bossy, especially when it came to him. But here, in this quiet moment, she looked softer, vulnerable in a way he rarely got to see.
Unable to resist, he reached out a finger toward the stray lock of hair. He didn't actually touch it—he wasn't about to risk waking her—but he hovered close enough to imagine smoothing it down. She'd probably give him an earful if she caught him doing this, he thought with a silent chuckle.
As he watched her, he felt a wave of fondness wash over him. He'd always known Hilary was special, but in moments like these, he realized just how much he appreciated her presence. Whether she was bossing him around, teasing him, or simply being her stubborn, caring self, he couldn't deny the effect she had on him.
He leaned back slightly, resting his head on his pillow again, though his gaze stayed fixed on her. In the silence of the room, with only the soft breaths of his friends around him, he allowed himself to enjoy this quiet, fleeting moment.
As Tyson finally drifted off to sleep, his body relaxed and instinctively sought warmth, his arm unconsciously reaching out to the closest source. Unaware, he wrapped his arm around Hilary, pulling her closer, as if she were just a comfortable pillow. His leg followed suit, draping across her as he nestled into a cozy position. In his half-conscious state, he had no idea that he was holding her like this; he was only aware of the warmth and softness that lulled him into a deeper sleep.
The dojo room remained quiet through the night, filled only with the soft sounds of his friends' steady breaths. But as morning began to filter through the windows, a faint stirring shifted the silence.
Kai, always the early riser, was the first to wake. He sat up, stretching quietly and adjusting his gaze to the soft light of dawn. As he turned his head to survey the sleeping group, his eyes widened at the sight of Tyson and Hilary. There they were, tangled together, with Tyson holding Hilary in a rather affectionate embrace. His arm was slung around her waist, his leg draped across hers, and his face buried comfortably against her shoulder.
Kai blinked, genuinely taken aback. He nudged Ray, who was sleeping nearby. "Ray. You might want to see this."
Ray opened one eye groggily, unsure of what Kai was talking about until he followed his gaze. The scene made Ray's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and a grin quickly spread across his face. "Oh, this is gold," he whispered, trying not to laugh out loud.
Ray leaned over and nudged Max, who grumbled in protest until he saw the cause for excitement. His eyes went wide, and he stifled a laugh, mouthing a shocked, "No way!"
With a mischievous look, Max motioned to Kenny, who was the only one left asleep. He gently nudged him awake, and after a few mumbled protests, Kenny finally sat up, blinking blearily until he spotted Tyson and Hilary. Kenny's mouth dropped open, and he had to clap a hand over it to keep from bursting into laughter. He immediately pulled out his phone, giving a quick thumbs-up to the others as he snapped a few photos.
The group shared silent laughs, each one trying to keep quiet to avoid waking their unsuspecting friends. But their stifled amusement didn't go unnoticed for long. Slowly, Hilary began to stir, feeling an unusual warmth around her. Confused, she blinked her eyes open and froze as she realized Tyson's arm was wrapped tightly around her, his leg draped over her, and his face nestled against her shoulder. She was cradled against him in a way that felt…almost too comfortable.
Her cheeks went pink, and she glanced up, mortified, to see the others watching them. Kai, Ray, Max, and Kenny all looked like they were barely holding it together, each of them flashing knowing grins her way.
Hilary felt her heart skip a beat as her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She tried to gently pull away from Tyson, hoping not to wake him. But just as she shifted, he responded by tightening his grip, as if instinctively sensing her movement. She tensed, trying to think of a way to free herself without creating more of a spectacle, but Tyson's hold only became stronger. His face shifted closer to hers, his grip unyielding.
She threw the boys a pleading look, her eyes practically begging for some sort of help. Max bit his lip, unable to resist mouthing, "Nice pillow?" while Kenny, still holding his phone, gave her a thumbs-up.
Hilary took a deep breath, her patience reaching its limit as Tyson's arms refused to let her escape. She gave a final, frustrated tug, which must have been just enough, because he finally began to stir.
Tyson blinked sleepily, his vision still hazy as he glanced around, confused. It took him a moment to realize he was holding onto something—and when he looked down, his eyes widened in shock. There, staring up at him with a mix of exasperation and embarrassment, was Hilary.
He jerked back in surprise, pulling his arm and leg away as he sat up, his face a shade of red that matched Hilary's. "H-Hilary?" he stammered, wide-eyed.
Hilary sat up as well, smoothing out her hair and pulling herself free of her sleeping bag, her face still pink with embarrassment. She could barely meet his gaze, mumbling a flustered, "Good morning."
The boys, unable to hold it in any longer, erupted into laughter, finally letting loose the laughter they'd been holding back. Tyson's face grew even redder as he realized his friends had seen everything.
"Oh, Tyson," Max teased, his voice full of fake sympathy. "Didn't know you'd gotten yourself a new pillow!"
Kai raised an eyebrow, smirking. "You seemed really comfortable there, Tyson."
Ray chuckled, giving Hilary an amused look. "Seems like you two got a good night's sleep…in each other's arms, no less."
Tyson scratched the back of his head, too embarrassed to find a decent comeback. He glanced at Hilary, who was hiding her face, and felt a strange mixture of mortification and something almost…warm.
The boys' laughter eventually subsided, but the teasing didn't. Tyson knew they'd never let him live this down, but for once, he didn't really mind. A part of him—the part he usually kept hidden—was secretly thrilled.
Tyson, seeing his friends' amused reactions and Hilary's flushed face, decided to handle this whole situation with shameless confidence. He shrugged casually, stretching his arms as if nothing had happened. "Honestly, I don't see what the big deal is," he said, shooting a grin at the guys. "This was bound to happen eventually, right?"
That got everyone's attention. Kai raised an eyebrow, Max and Kenny exchanged shocked looks, and Ray's jaw dropped slightly. Tyson knew exactly what he was implying, and he could feel the weight of Hilary's wide-eyed glare on him. But the look of surprise—and that delightful hint of flustered irritation—only encouraged him further.
"Come on, guys," he continued, his tone annoyingly nonchalant. "Hilary and I were just…ahead of schedule. No need to make a fuss."
Hilary's cheeks, if possible, grew even redder, her eyes narrowing into an unmistakable glare. "Tyson!" she hissed, her voice low but dangerous.
"Oh, relax," Tyson said with a smirk, flashing a wink her way. "It's not like I can help it if you're that comfortable to sleep next to." He folded his arms behind his head, shooting her an annoyingly self-satisfied smile.
Hilary's hands clenched as she fought the urge to throw something at him. She opened her mouth, clearly searching for a comeback, but her embarrassment got the best of her. She could feel the others' amused gazes on her, and when she realized that even Kai was smirking, she did the only thing she could think of—she buried her face in her hands, a defeated sigh escaping her lips.
"Aw, come on, Hilary. Don't be shy!" Tyson chuckled, savoring every second of her reaction. Watching her squirm was its own reward, and he couldn't help but lean a bit closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper. "Or are you just upset that you didn't enjoy it as much as I did?"
She peeked through her fingers, her eyes blazing despite the red on her cheeks. "Keep talking, and I'll make sure you regret it," she muttered, her voice laced with barely restrained frustration.
Tyson just laughed, clearly unfazed. "Oh, you know you secretly enjoyed it too. Just admit it already," he teased, folding his arms behind his head with a smug grin.
Hilary groaned, hiding her face once more as Max burst into laughter. "I think Tyson's officially lost it," Max snickered, giving Kenny a nudge. "Guess we know who's making the first move here."
Tyson just shrugged, maintaining his laid-back demeanor. "Like I said, bound to happen eventually," he replied, throwing Hilary another cheeky smile. The way her cheeks were still flushed—and the little glances she kept giving him, despite her supposed annoyance—told him he'd struck a nerve, and he couldn't be happier about it.
When she finally gave up trying to glare him into silence, Tyson leaned back, chuckling to himself. "You can hide all you want, Hil," he said, enjoying the way her name sounded on his lips. "But you won't be able to get away from this that easily."
The others snickered, but Tyson's focus stayed on Hilary, who remained in her defeated pose, still clearly embarrassed. And as much as she wanted to argue back, her face burned with a mix of flustered frustration and something else that even she couldn't quite deny.
Tyson leaned back with a satisfied smile, knowing he'd won this round. He could practically feel the warmth of her glare burning into him, but that didn't bother him one bit. If anything, he was already looking forward to the next time he'd get to see her blush like that.
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