YSS Eucharis, Cabin 6
Still mostly asleep it took a few moments before realizing that the blanket he was pulling over was not a blanket and was, in fact, his roommate, made evident by the sight of pink hair. Drowsiness was replaced by shock with a slight trembling as he now realized that for the last few moments he'd been holding his workmate like a lover and would probably be hit with serious repercussions, starting with a harassment charge, ending with reassignment, and costing him the closest friendship he had.
But she sighed. No scream of protest or crushing blows. It made no sense to him. He wondered if it was a dream, it made the most sense to him. How else would this be happening? Even then, he had dreamt dreams so vivid that they were real until he awoke. Between his self inflicted stress and the late night he worked this could so easily have been a delusion.
He desperately needer to know if this was actually happening but there is rarely a way to expose an active dream as the fraud it is.
"Ma-Masumi," he stuttered, "I-I'm sorry, I- is this.. is this really happening?"
Taking his hand off her waist would probably have been the wisest course of action but regardless, he did not.