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The dull chirps of the cicadas have echoed away into the background as you wake up from a nap in Keito’s room. As you lay on his bed, the manga you were reading fell on your face with a loss of consciousness, and Keito had done nothing to remove it. You glanced over at him, sitting on the right side of the bed; wholly immersed within his book. Despite the grogginess that lingers in your mind after the nap that was more akin to passing out, you still find the clarity to admire Keito in the setting sun.
Since the Hasumi family temple doesn’t have the best air conditioning and heating system, Keito’s window is open. A gentle gust blows past him, making the page he’s holding onto with a white-knuckle grip flutter with a few flitting sounds. The breeze brushes past his bangs and you can see his eyes read each word on the page in utter concentration. His brows are furrowed deeply and his mouth is a bit agape - you won’t tell him, though. You think it’s cute that he gets such expressions when he reads manga.
“No!! Luffy,” Keito is muttering under his breath now as he frantically moves to turn the next page and then turn back, presumably missing a few words or perhaps having a revelation. “Sanji… No…” He’s adopted yet another pained expression and you can’t help but have a private little grin. He is just… so cute. It was hard for you to comprehend that this concentrated, lovely Keito was the same as the rigid, uncompromising Keito during school. He’s just as lovely all the same but you like both. Because Keito is always Keito.
“Kei…” You murmur, bringing the manga away from your face. He doesn’t seem to hear, and you just take that as a sign to occupy his attention in a different way.
Since he’s sitting with his back leaning against the headboard of his bed with legs sprawled out in front, the space he leaves in his lap looks like the perfect place for you to nuzzle yourself into. And just like that, you do. You hum and set aside the manga to hug yourself against his torso.
“Ah, [Name]. You’re awake.” His intense concentration is broken as he looks down at you with the most gentle smile you’ve ever seen. You blink up at him owlishly; still admiring his visage. “Did you have a good nap?”
“Mm… I always sleep better next to you…”