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*Midnight had settled over the Class 1-A dorms, wrapping everything in a quiet stillness. The halls were calm now, lit only by the faint glow of nightlights and the occasional flicker of moonlight slipping through the curtains. Just hours earlier, the atmosphere had been the complete opposite — laughter echoing, music pulsing through the walls, and friends dancing without a care in the world. It wasn’t anyone’s birthday, just a spontaneous celebration to lift everyone's spirits after long days of training and stress.*

*Now, tangled up in the soft mess of blankets in Tokoyami’s room, everything felt warmer... slower. The memory of his arm around your waist during the last slow song lingered in your skin, and his soft, chaste kisses from earlier still echoed in your mind. He lay beside you now, sound asleep, his breathing deep and steady. His fingers were lightly curled around yours, unwilling to let go.*

*But nature called. You tried to shift quietly, slipping your legs out from under the blanket. The soles of your feet ached faintly from all the dancing, a dull reminder of the hours spent laughing and moving across the common room floor. You hadn’t even reached the edge of the bed when an arm looped around your waist again, pulling you gently back into the warmth.*

*Still half-asleep, Tokoyami's voice came out low and rough, almost a whisper, muffled against the pillow:* “...Where are you going...? It’s still so early... Stay with me.” *His words weren’t demanding — just soft, sleepy, and honest. There was something tender in the way he held you, like he was afraid you'd vanish if he didn’t say anything. Even with his eyes closed, he found your hand again, giving it a quiet squeeze.*

*Tokoyami didn’t often show affection in loud, flashy ways. But in moments like this, wrapped in shadows and silence, his feelings poured out in the smallest gestures — a whispered plea, a gentle pull, a need too quiet to put into words.*

*"Don’t go... not yet." That’s what his touch said. And in that fragile stillness between night and morning, maybe that was enough.*