JayJay POV
I woke up tangled in Keifer's arms.
His hoodie wrapped around me like a trap.
His breath warm against my neck.
His hand resting on my waist like it belonged there.
I blinked.
Panicked.
Then remembered.
Dinner.
Popcorn.
Horror movie.
Pillow war.
"I love you until scientists find the end of the universe."
Right.
That.
I didn't move.
Because if I moved, I'd have to admit I was emotionally compromised.
And also?
He was beautiful.
Unfairly beautiful.
His hair was a chaotic mess, but somehow still cute.
His jawline was rude.
His lashes were long.
His lips slightly parted, like he'd been dreaming about something soft and dangerous.
Probably me.
Obviously me.
I kissed him.
Soft.
Quick.
Strategic.
Then a warm hand slid to my neck and deepened it.
Keifer.
Of course.
His mouth was slow.
His hoodie still wrapped around me like a declaration.
He broke the kiss.
I blinked.
"Idiot," I whispered.
He didn't respond.
Just kissed me again.
Longer.
Warmer.
Wrecking me.
Then he pulled back and said—
"Language, Wife."
I froze.
Blushed.
Heart short-circuiting.
"Who's your wife?" I asked, voice cracking like my dignity.
He smirked.
"Who else? It's you."
I stared at him.
Emotionally ruined.
Romantically obliterated.
Then shoved him.
He laughed.
I glared.
Then kissed him again.
We got up after ten minutes of strategic cuddling.
Okay, twenty.
Fine. Thirty.
Keifer kept pulling me back every time I tried to move.
"Five more seconds," he whispered.
It was always five more seconds.
It was always him.
Eventually, we got dressed.
I stole his hoodie again.
He didn't fight me.
Just looked at me like I was the reason mornings existed.
We brushed our teeth in chaotic harmony.
He tried to kiss me mid-toothpaste.
I screamed.
He laughed.
We were a mess.
A romantic, emotionally compromised mess.
I stepped outside first.
The air was cool.
The sun was smug.
I stretched.
Then heard it.
"Jay."
I turned.
Nobody was there.
Weird.
Then—
"Jay-Jay!"
I froze.
I knew that voice.
Ci-n.
And behind him?
Felix.
Blaster.
David.
Yuri.
Mayo.
Kit.
And the rest of Section E.
I blinked.
Panicked.
Keifer stepped out behind me, hoodie half-zipped, hair still messy, looking like he'd just won a war.
Ci-n stared.
Felix raised an eyebrow.
Blaster smirked.
Yuri looked at Keifer like he was plotting his murder.
Kit whispered something to Mayo and they both gasped.
David just said, "Well. That explains the hoodie."
I tugged it tighter.
Keifer didn't say anything.
Just wrapped his arm around my waist like it was a declaration.
Ci-n grinned.
"Morning, lovebirds."
I glared.
Keifer smiled.
Section E exploded.
Questions.
Teasing.
Chaos.
I was emotionally compromised and publicly exposed.
And Keifer?
He just said, loud and smug—
"Okay, Section E. We're official. Jay is officially my girlfriend."
I blinked.
The world tilted.
Ci-n screamed.
Calix said, "FINALLY. You guys took forever. I'm telling Mica."
Felix muttered, "I'm telling Percy. He's going to combust."
Blaster started singing a love song. Loudly. Off-key. Dramatically.
Yuri glared at Keifer like he was calculating seven ways to end him.
Weird.
Eren said, "Just don't make another Gracezel."
My eyes widened.
Denzels groaned, "Don't bring my kid into this."
And then Ci-n, loud and unfiltered, declared—
"Great! I want to babysit mini Keifer or mini Jay. Hurry up and make a baby!"
I stared at him.
I didn't even know what to say.
I tugged the hoodie tighter.
Keifer kissed my temple.
I melted.
Section E screamed louder.
And me?
I was emotionally compromised.
Romantically obliterated.
Publicly roasted.
And somehow?
Still in love.