Title based on leadah's classification of these drabbles 

Yixing’s shoulders jumped when the door to A13 was pushed open. It was supposed to be empty as it was a Friday night and he wanted the piano to himself. He spun around to see her make her way in, shutting the door behind her. A plastic bag swung between her fingers as she set it down next to him.

“I got you kimbap.”

Their eyes met as she grinned at him, opening the packaging and displaying two rows of kimbap in the box, waiting to be devoured. His fingers were still on the keys as he glanced at the box and back at her.

“How did you know I’d be here?”

She frowned, fumbling around for her phone, tapping in the passcode before showing him a message from himself.

“I’ll probably lock myself in A13 and play the piano till curfew.”

He blinked, suddenly remembering informing her of the same before turning back to the keyboard. He heard a sigh as a roll of kimbap came into his vision. Daiyu held it to his lips as he parted them, savouring the food that entered his mouth as he chewed.

“I’m not feeding you the whole box,” She declared, plonking down on the ground and leaning against the table “just pretend I’m not here.” Yixing looked at her oddly – that would be difficult, not because she was full of energy and life and filled the room with her presence. But her presence itself made him nervous and shy as a blush crept up his cheeks. Not that she knew.

Turning back to the piano, his fingers glided over the keys as he played by ear. He wasn’t bound by the rules of a sheet. He played what his heart felt and what it felt was beautiful. The melody went on for several minutes till it halted all together and he turned around.

She was peacefully asleep. Head leaning against the table and body curled up. A small smile quirked her lips up as she sighed deeply in her sleep. Yixing stepped up from his seat and picked up the box of kimbap.

Daiyu felt a soft brush of lips over her forehead disturbing her sleep. She wondered where the music had gone, the wonderful peaceful music that had given her such comfort. She turned around to see Yixing sitting next to her nonchalantly eating the kimbap.

She smiled.