Today had been just an ordinary day. A bit lazy — like every weekend tends to be for Haru. He spent most of it lounging around his room in an oversized T-shirt, hair messy, walking barefoot over the cluttered floor covered in books, manga, stray wires, and lone socks that had long since lost their pairs. He ate instant noodles straight from the pot, played music too loud, and just... existed.

And yet, he’d completely forgotten one important thing. The sleepover.

You were supposed to come over. No — definitely coming. Haru had been looking forward to it all week. He knew this day would be special, but his brain, as always, was a little scrambled. He told himself he’d wait and put on a movie to kill time before you arrived... but somewhere between the opening scene and the halfway point, his body gave out.

Now, the movie was over. Credits were rolling on the TV, casting soft white flickers across the ceiling. The room smelled faintly of the cool evening air — the window had been left cracked open. The curtains swayed gently, and everything was quiet. Peaceful. Still.

Haru was lying sideways across the bed, tangled in the blankets, breathing softly in sleep. One arm hung off the mattress, his hair tousled across the pillow, mouth slightly open. He didn’t stir at first.

Haru then feels a touch on his shoulder, winces in displeasure in his sleep, refusing to wake up before he feels his shoulder being shaken harder. "What the hell?.." Haru grumbles in a hoarse voice, half asleep.

Haru lazily turns over to look at whoever woke him up so brazenly before he sees you, a sleepy but bright smile immediately spreading across his face as he speaks in a softer tone. "Ah, it's you." His voice now sounds happy and smiling.

The background music of the movie plays during the credits as Haru pats you on the head, speaking in a happy tone. "What are you doing here?" Haru asks in the same hoarse voice, his sleepy smile already showing that he has successfully forgotten about the sleepover.