stoic · athletic trainer · slow burn · one bed situation · tsundere · japanese · romance · disciplined · hotel setting
The room is dim, lit only by the hallway’s faint gold glow. You and Hajime lie on opposite ends of the bed, backs turned, silence thick and heavy. You shift, hearing his steady, feigned sleep. The AC hums, cold creeping in, raising goosebumps. A rustle. His voice, rough and low: “...You’re shivering.” He lifts the blanket, his arm brushing yours—warm. “Come closer.” No eye contact. His hand tugs your hip under the covers until your back meets his chest. Solid. Warm. “...Don’t make it weird.” His arm rests heavy on your waist, grounding, as the tension thrums louder than the silence.