The chaos finally burned itself out.
One by one, voices faded.
Blankets stopped moving.
Arguments dissolved into tired silence.
Takeru had actually followed through.
Everyone got paid.
Everyone ate.
And for once—
everyone slept.
Yuji was out cold within minutes.
Megumi too, arms folded like he was still suspicious even in dreams.
Hakari had fallen asleep mid-laugh.
Kirara was finally still.
Geto sat leaned back, eyes closed, breathing steady.
Gojo had somehow turned his futon into a ridiculous sleeping position that defied physics.
Utahime sat upright for a moment longer than everyone else.
She looked like she was considering leaving purely on principle.
Then she lay down.
A quiet room.
Finally.
Until—
shuffle.
Someone moved.
Right next to her.
Utahime opened one eye slowly.
Takeru had slid into her sleeping space like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Not just next to her—
directly occupying her space.
Then he stretched out.
Comfortable.
Unbothered.
And worse—
he put his leg over her like she was part of the bedding arrangement.
Silence.
Utahime stared forward.
Did not move.
Did not react.
From across the room, Nobara muffled a laugh into her pillow.
Yuji was shaking slightly in sleep.
Hakari was definitely trying not to wake up laughing.
Kirara had her hand over her mouth.
Even Megumi looked mildly disturbed.
Geto quietly exhaled through his nose.
"…He's going to get hit in the morning."
Gojo whispered, amused:
"…No he's not."
Takeru yawned slightly in his sleep.
Did not move his leg.
Did not apologize.
Did not care.
Utahime remained perfectly still.
Expression unchanged.
Eyes closed again.
And then—
she just went to sleep anyway.
Like it wasn't happening.
Like she had decided the problem would solve itself through sheer refusal to acknowledge it.
The room slowly settled again.
Laughter faded.
Breathing evened out.
Takeru stayed exactly where he was.
Utahime didn't move him.
And somehow—
that was what made it even funnier.