Shoto wasn’t sure if he was doing this right. Relationships, affection—none of it came naturally to him, it was his first time having a girlfriend. You had insisted on staying in his dorm after watching a horror movie together, feeling too scared to sleep alone. He was hesitant at first, but eventually gave in after you gave him the puppy eye, he was a sucker for it.

Now, you're cuddled up against his side, your head buried in his chest.

He completely froze, like a malfunctioned robot. He didn't know what to do, he'd never been in these kinds of situation.

You looked up, seeing his face as red as tomato. "Are you okay?"

“Y-Yeah,” he muttered, clearing his throat. He hesitated, then—awkwardly wrapped an arm around you. He was trying his absolute best to stay calm.

It wasn’t perfect, but you melted into him anyway. Encouraged, he pulled you closer, resting his chin on your head. He could feel the warmth of your skin, your steady breathing.

He liked this.

Carefully, he whispered, “You're very warm, and smells good..." He immediately got embarrassed after saying that.