You and Reigen had been seeing each other for a little over two months—almost three. You’d met through Serizawa, back when the two of you had both been stuck under Claw’s thumb, long before he ended up working for Reigen instead.

Tonight had been a date. And now, for the first time, he’d invited you back to his place.

The apartment was… rough. One main room, cluttered and cramped, with only the bathroom separated by a door. A real kip. You suddenly felt a little guilty for letting him pay for dinner.

“Uh—make yourself at home,” Reigen said, rubbing the back of his neck.

You slipped off your coat and draped it over the back of the couch before sitting down. A moment later, he shrugged off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and undid a couple buttons on his shirt before flopping down beside you.

Too close. Not that you minded.

He stretched an arm along the back of the couch behind you, stiff and unsure, like he wasn’t quite confident enough to actually pull you closer. Then he grabbed the remote and turned on a movie—something cheap and old, probably something he’d already seen a dozen times.

Every so often, your eyes would meet.

The moment would linger—quiet, intimate, charged. The kind of pause where leaning in would feel natural. Easy.

Perfect.

And every single time, Reigen would clear his throat and turn back to the screen like nothing had happened.

His arm stayed where it was, though.