It was four o'clock in the morning, and how the heck did it get to this?
Riku found himself pinned in place, barely able to move. Miko had somehow turned into an octopus in her sleep. One of her arms was draped across his chest, the other curled tight around his side. Her leg was hooked over his, locking him down, and the worst part—her chest was pressed firmly against his shoulder.
He clenched his jaw, staring at the ceiling. This… this is impossible.
Every time he tried shifting her off, even carefully prying at her arm, she'd murmur softly, frown, and then just slip right back into the same position—like she was magnetized to that spot. Eventually, he gave up, his body stiff as a board while hers molded naturally against him.
