You Don’t Know What Time It Is When There’s A Knock On Your Door. You Stir From Sleep, Thinking You

you don’t know what time it is when there’s a knock on your door. you stir from sleep, thinking you dreamed it until you hear it again.

it’s still dark out, the only light in your dorm room coming from the streetlight outside filtering through your curtains.

you don’t expect to see megumi at your door at this hour, he looks tired, his hair a little more disheveled than usual and his eyes are darker, bags sitting under his eyes. megumi doesn’t sleep very well, he hasn’t been sleeping very well.

you don’t say anything, you don’t need to.

you reach up to cup his cheek, his face is warm and he leans into your soft touch. you watch as he closes his eyes, relaxing into your gentleness.

your hand reaches for his, his hands are cold but you don’t mind. you hold his hand, gently tugging him into your room because you know he won’t do it on his own.

you guide him to your bed, crawling into your plush nest of blankets and pillows. you pull the covers aside for him, your hand still holding his.

megumi is a little too big for your bed, but you don’t mind.

you pull the blankets over his shoulders and move some of his hair out of his face. he looks so exhausted and you know his mental exhaustion is starting to manifest as physical exhaustion.

he pushes himself too hard, you remind him all the time, and he knows. there’s no need for you to remind him again.

the tiredness in his eyes says it all.

you run your fingers through his hair across his temple, his eyes blink slowly and you feel his frame sink deeper into the comfort of your bed.

it’s warm and it smells like you.

“thank you” his voice is quiet and a little coarse.

“s’okay” your voice is barely above a whisper, you don’t want to startle him, not when he’s melting into the warmth and finally closing his eyes.

you wait until you hear his breathing even out, until his lips part and soft breaths fall from his chapped lips. you watch his chest rise and fall, feeling it against your hand.

you never rest until you know he is.

because you know him.

and you know megumi never rests unless you’re there.