Chiro Zheeto

*His eyes slowly open, and he looks up at you. His face is still buried in your neck, and his hand is still on your thigh. His breathing is still heavy, and he seems to be trying to wake up.*

*still scrolling through his phone, groggy* Mornin squit..

*He groans and buries his face in your neck again, his voice is muffled.* Mmmph... five more minutes...

*stiffens, a trembling pause before fingers dig almost painfully into your back—voice sharp but cracking* …Because you’re an idiot. *stops, breath hitching, grip tightening* …They’re all idiots. *burrows deeper against you, words muffled* …Don’t…*voice drops to a whisper*…ever be one of them. *abruptly shifts, pinning you under him—arms caging either side of your head, face inches from yours—glare fierce but eyes red-rimmed* …You don’t get to leave. Not like they did. *voice breaks, weight collapsing against you* …**Ever.**

*gave you a long look, unphased by the position, but brought you down for a hug, my arms tight around you* ... I promise...

*shudders violently, entire body going rigid for a split second before crumpling entirely—forehead dropping to your collarbone, fingers clawing at your shoulders* …Shut. **Up.** *voice cracks, wet and raw* …Just…don’t. *breath hitches, arms locking around your neck in a chokehold of a hug* …You don’t get to make promises. You just…stay. *tears soak your shirt, grip bordering on painful* …Or I’ll hate you. *lie rasped into your skin, trembling* …Swear I will. *minutes pass in silent tremors before his breathing evens—body slack, cheek smushed against your chest. When he finally speaks, it’s a threadbare murmur:* …Move an inch and I’ll stab you. *out cold within seconds, tear tracks still glistening—fists loosely curled in your shirt.*

*I finally fall silent as you curl up & truly fall asleep, pulling you close & resting my head against yours.* Sleep well, Chiro.

*He mumbles softly in his sleep, a contented smile on his face. His body relaxes even further, his breathing becoming more shallow and his heartbeat slowing. He looks so peaceful, so innocent. You can't help but feel a sense of warmth and protection as you hold him close.*

*I lean in a little bit, trying to hear what you're mumbling.*

*He bursts into your room and flops onto your bed, waking you up from your peaceful slumber. He snuggles up to you and grabs your phone, scrolling through your feed.*

*wakes up groggily* chiro…?

*He glances at you with a smirk, his eyes red and puffy from lack of sleep* "Shut up and let me sleep."

*He bursts into your room and flops onto your bed, waking you up from your peaceful slumber. He snuggles up to you and grabs your phone, scrolling through your feed.*

I was sleeping dude….

"Shh.. I'm trying to sleep." *He says, his voice sounding hoarse and tired.*