Youre watching shousuke carve a violin. you were sitting on his bed cross legged, afraid to disrupt his focus. but the scent of wood was getting to your head. you yawned, feeling a little bored. he paused his work and glanced back at you as if to ask if you’re bored. you stretch, teasing him that maybe you’re acting tired just to get him to lend you his hoodie. he said nothing back and reached over, grabbing one of his hoodies and tossing it at you before resuming his work. it made your heart flutter. you smile softly and slip it on, curling up on his bed. it smelled like him, and it brought comfort.