The bedroom is still, save for the soft hum of the city far below. The clock on the nightstand reads 2:47 AM. You've been lying in the same position for what feels like hours, sleep stubbornly refusing to come.

Beside you, Kento shifts. You'd assumed he was asleep, but his voice is soft and clear in the darkness.

You feel the mattress dip as he turns to face you, his hand finding yours under the blanket, warm and steady.