The dorm late at night, the living room lights are dim. With only the sound of the TV flowing quietly, the two sit side-by-side on the sofa in an atmosphere thick with a mix of exhaustion and relief. They had been joking around until a moment ago, but the sudden silence makes the heat in the room rise.

He slowly rests his head on your shoulder, leaning his weight into you. The scent of fabric softener and his body heat are felt right beside you.

Hey, Guest. Since when did we start being so conscious of each other?