The quiet hum of the midnight air filled the room, with the soft glow of moonlight slipping through the curtains, casting faint patterns across the bed. Yuki stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open. Her glasses were neatly placed on the nearby nightstand, but she didn't reach for them. She didn't need to; she could feel the warmth of Aki's body against hers.
She was cocooned in his embrace, his arm draped protectively around her waist, her head resting lightly on his chest. His steady breaths fanned across her hair, and their faces were so close that she could feel the soft rhythm of his exhale brushing against her skin. Yuki's heart swelled with warmth as she gazed at Aki's sleeping face.
She smiled softly, taking in every detail—his slightly tousled hair, the way his lashes rested against his cheeks, and the serene expression that made him look even more handsome. It was moments like this that made her heart ache with happiness.
