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You wake up before Gin does.
At first you don't remember where you are, or how you got there, but Gin is holding you tight to his chest and doesn't seem eager to let go of you any time soon. You shift your head ever so slightly and glance around the room as best you can, careful not to disturb him in the event that he's a light sleeper. The both of you appear to be cuddling on his couch underneath the same blanket, and he's hugging you in place of his usual body pillow. His breath tickles your cheeks as you tilt your chin up, and for the first time, you notice just how pretty his eyelashes are. You're almost certain he'd get embarrassed if you told him that you thought he had cute eyelashes. Maybe you'll mention it when he's awake.
You make yourself comfortable again, nestling your head into his chest to listen to his heartbeat. It's calm and steady, almost enough to make you want to drift off into slumber once more, but you want to savor this moment for as long as possible to burn it into your memory. Peaceful moments like these were starting to become a rarity recently. You feel his hand gently stroke the back of your hair as he mumbles your name, and you can't help but wonder how soft his lips would feel against yours.
Er, not that you two are officially an item or anything. Best friends can cuddle one another, right? Right. Besides, you hadn't really thought that far ahead. Gin is precious to you and vice versa, and that's all that really matters between you two. Being together makes the both of you happy, so why stress over exact labels?
You look up at him again. He's really quite cool and cute and just all around amazing. You think about the way his eyes light up when he talks about his myriad interests, the absolute bliss on his face when he's sharing a meal with you, and the way he pouts if you mention the MU-kun teddy bear he keeps on the χ Express. You can't help but feel a little proud of how comfortable Gin is being himself these days. You helped him get there after all, and now this secret cuddly side that only you get to see is his way of thanking you.
Somewhere in the middle of all your musing, Gin starts to stir. His eyes flutter open as he smiles at you gently and touches his forehead to yours, sighing in contentment.
"Morning, handsome," you whisper.
Gin laughs softly, and your heart skips a beat. "Hey, partner."
"Are you ready to get up, dude? Let's order some food or something, I'm starving."
"Five more minutes."
You half-heartedly wiggle and he holds you tighter in response.
"No, we're staying right here," says Gin, a devious glint shining in his eye. "This is what you get for beating me at fighting games all the time."
"We already ditched class today, don't tell me we're going to sleep this entire time," you wail in the most melodramatic way you can muster as he ruffles the back of your hair, much to your protest.
Eventually Gin gives in and presses an innocent kiss to your forehead. "Four more minutes and I'll make you my specialty keema curry, how's that sound?"
"Yes please," you respond, quieting down.
Gin makes a satisfied noise and settles further into the couch, closing his eyes again in hopes of fitting in a little more rest before you inevitably drag him off into the world. You can't help but feel like it's the perfect time to get this off your chest.
"Hey, Gin?" you ask again.
He opens one eye and waits for you to continue.
"Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful eyelashes?"
Gin stares at you silently with a slight frown on his lips, or at least tries very hard to. He ends up poking your nose playfully so you scrunch up your face, causing the both of you to laugh at one another.
You pray that these little moments between you two can last forever.