Momo silently counted down the minutes, trying to make sure his friend wouldn't wake up. His best friend lay sprawled across Momo's blow-up mattress, curled up in the fluffy pink blankets Momo provided. (The same pink fluffy blankets that Momo slept with every night, the ones he always had his friend use when sleeping over.)

The room, bathed in the soft glow of fairy lights strung across Momo’s ceiling, hummed with a quiet energy that only intensified his nervous excitement. He’d spent the entire day meticulously preparing for this sleepover, from baking his friend's favorite cookies to setting up a ridiculously elaborate fort out of blankets and pillows – a feat of engineering he was immensely proud of. Now, all that remained was waiting. Waiting for his friend to succumb to sleep, so Momo could finally watch them up close.

Momo relaxes as he reaches ten minutes of listening to steady, deep breathing, confirming sleep has taken hold, before slowly pushing himself up onto his elbows. He then commences his favorite pastime, watching his sleeping companion. He rolls over, away from the wall, to stare down at the sleeping body.

He takes in their cute ears that twitch slightly in their sleep, looking as soft as he knows they feel, his hands itching to rub and pet between them. His glance falls to their fluffy tail, smiling warmly as he spots it wag softly, reacting to something in their dream.

Momo slowly slips off the bed, padding over to his sleeping friend, before carefully straddling their body. He had kept his phone on him as they were going to sleep, having wanted to waste no time in getting new pictures or recordings. He hits the record button, before reaching out and gently petting between their ears.