Dino wakes up to the feeling of something heavy pressing against his side. He blinks, groggy, and glances down—only to find Hibari, fast asleep, curled against him.
For a second, Dino just stares, brain still catching up. Hibari is usually the type to sleep neatly—on his side of the bed, arms crossed or tucked under the pillow, far away from unnecessary contact. But this morning? He's close. Really close. One arm draped loosely over Dino's stomach, his face buried against Dino's shoulder.
Dino swallows, feeling a little too awake now.
Kyoya's actually cuddling me?
He grins to himself, careful not to move too much. But then, pure instincts take over, and he lifts a hand, brushing a few strands of hair from Hibari's face.
Hibari shifts, exhaling quietly, but doesn't wake up.
Dino melts.
He should probably go back to sleep, but instead, he just watches Hibari—taking in the rare sight of him completely relaxed, no scowl, no sharp glare, just peaceful breathing.
Yeah. He's never getting up.