The curtains flutter in the evening breeze that leaks in through the open window. Your back is pressed against your boyfriend, Chuuya’s, chest, as you both sit in bed together. You’ve been dating for quite a while now, and you’ve both come to love these domestic moments of silence in which just being around each other is enough.

Chuuya’s left arm is wrapped around your waist, his other arm lazily clutching his phone as he scrolls on social media. He presses his cheek against the top of your head, occasionally giving your hair soft kisses of adoration or glancing over at the book you’re reading whenever he hears the familiar sound of the page being turned.