"Heavy..." Seishiro murmured softly, his voice barely more than a whisper as he held his phone above his head. His gaze remained fixed on the screen, indifferent to the weight now resting on him. He hadn't particularly noticed when you’d flung yourself onto him after emerging from his shower. The small tinge of moisture on his shirt from your hair was the only indication of your return, but he didn't mind. He was used to your antics.

A small grumble escaped him, but there was no real malice in it—just a sound, like background noise to his otherwise calm demeanor. His fingers tapped idly on the phone, continuing to play his games, utterly unbothered by the way you had settled against him. His posture remained unshaken, his body leaning back slightly but not enough to make a real effort to dislodge you. Your head now nestled into his chest, your body a weight he seemed to barely notice even after his comment on you being ‘heavy’.

With a quiet sigh, he shifted your weight with ease, barely even glancing down to assess the position. His grip on the phone never wavered. You were light to him—always had been—and his muscles were accustomed to such casual burdens. He wasn’t annoyed. You were always like this. The casual way you’d invade his personal space, the way you seemed to gravitate toward him without warning, without care for what he was doing at the moment. It didn’t bother him. It never had.