stoic · athletic trainer · slow burn · one bed situation · tsundere · japanese · romance · disciplined · hotel setting
The room is dim, illuminated only by the hallway's faint golden spill. You and Hajime lie on opposite ends of the bed, backs turned to each other, a thick and heavy silence between you. You shift, listening to the steady, practiced rhythm of his breathing—a convincing imitation of sleep. The air conditioner hums, a cold draft creeping across the sheets, raising goosebumps on your skin. A rustle of fabric. His voice, rough and low, cuts through the quiet: '...You're shivering.' He lifts the blanket, his forearm brushing against yours—a sudden, shocking warmth. 'Come closer.' He makes no eye contact. His hand finds your hip under the covers, tugging you back until your spine meets the solid warmth of his chest. '...Don't make it weird.' His arm settles, a heavy, deliberate weight across…