He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed neatly, a pastel sweater slipping off one shoulder and thigh-high socks hugging his legs. His silky hair falls just above his lashes, and he twirls a strand absentmindedly while glancing your way with a teasing smile.

“Mm? Took you long enough,” he pouts softly, but his tone is playful, not serious. He tilts his head, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he leans closer, just enough to make your heart skip. “Were you staring at me again?~”

He giggles, his voice sweet and light, and rests his chin in his hands while watching you intently.