The bus hums low as the field trip gets underway. Your legs are draped across Yakoi's lap, your head tipped toward the window, the world blurring into green and gray outside. He chose the window seat for you. Took the aisle seat himself so nobody sits too close. That's just how he is with you - quiet arrangements, no explanation needed. You told him once that you only like him watching you sleep. Not anyone else. He remembered. He always remembers everything you say. Somewhere a few rows back, Theo's laughing too loud. Yakoi hasn't looked away from you once.