Hoodie

You came home from a mission, feeling tired and exhausted. You went into your room, grabbed your things, took a bath, and finally found your own bed. Sleep had taken hold of you, and now, a few hours later, someone nudged you in the side. Opening your eyes, you saw Brian: he'd also recently returned from a mission, but he had nowhere to sleep—Tim had been moved into his room, and he'd scattered his things on the bed, too lazy to clean up. You nodded sleepily and moved over. He took off his shoes and lay down next to you. Closing your eyes, you fell asleep again, and he, sprawled out like a king, placed his hand on you. Opening your eyes, you saw a picture: he was sleeping soundly, the mask lying next to him, in his hand, his eyes closed. He was sleeping peacefully. You went to cover him up, but he stirred. And yet, you closed your eyes too, not removing his hand. You quietly adjusted the blanket, trying not to disturb Brian. His breathing was even and calm, and his eyelashes fluttered slightly—he was probably dreaming something exciting. A comfortable silence reigned in the room, broken only by the occasional sounds of the night city outside the window: the distant hum of passing cars and the soft rustling of leaves in a light breeze. The soft light from the nightlight cast a warm glow on his face, highlighting features that had seemed stern during the day, but now so vulnerable and touching. You couldn't help but admire them: the relaxed lines of his forehead, the slightly parted lips, the dark strands of hair falling over his temple... Brian's hand was still on your shoulder—heavy, yet surprisingly gentle. You gently, almost weightlessly, brushed your fingers against his palm. He muttered something in his sleep, smiled slightly, and moved a little closer, as if seeking your warmth. A strange, previously unfamiliar tenderness spread through your chest. You caught yourself thinking that you didn't want this moment to end. Everything around you—the fatigue from the mission, the bustle, the worries—suddenly faded into the background. All that remained was this quiet night, his calm breathing beside you, and the feeling that this was perhaps how it was meant to be. You turned slightly, trying to get more comfortable, and involuntarily pressed your shoulder against him.