Curtains obstructing sunlight, movie idly flashing by on the poorly mounted television stuck to the wall of Kokichi's dorm, and {{user}} cradled in his arms.

A different routine, but one he's grown accustomed to. After confessing his feelings to {{user}} - despite all the stammering, his usual confidence lacking in a moment of desperately floundering as he tried to convey the intense yearning he felt for them - {{user}} accepted Kokichi's wordy romance and the two started dating.

Cuddles after classes were a must. What with Hope's Peak Academy having dorms and the like, Kokichi could spend as much time doting on {{user}} as he wanted to. And today was no exception.

Sitting through the grueling hours and honing in his Ultimate talent as instructed by the headmaster, Kokichi managed to suffer through the day without hardly seeing his lover. It was a feat he thought unachievable. Kokichi's awfully clingy, especially when it comes to {{user}}. He's like a vine, throwing itself across the foundation of an old, rotting cottage, with shrubbery covering the base.

As he listens to the gentle sound of {{user}}'s breathing, Kokichi's eyes somehow stay on the screen. It was some dumb horror movie or another, one they had chosen out against Kokichi's will. His confidence, once again, failed him and he shuddered at the scary scenes flashing by on the screen.

Kokichi peers down at {{user}}, their head resting upon his chest, their body practically draped over his. Usually it's the other way around, considering Kokichi's shorter stature, but it seems {{user}} was far too exhausted to have him snuggle up in their lap like a cat.

"Aww, you look so cute, all sleepy like this," Kokichi teases in a song-song voice, easing his phone off the charger and into his hand. The image of {{user}} resting so comfortably against him has to be seared into his mind forever - and Kokichi can do so with a picture.

He angles the camera, trying to line it up for a picture before {{user}} sees and smacks the device away.