Oh, the carefree days of college.

Wonderful, but such rare days off after difficult week and, God, spending such a day with Geto, with your classmate and part-time best friend, heavenly pleasure.

Now, in his cozy apartment, you spend time baking your favorite cookies (which didn't involve smearing the dough on your cheek and teasing him, for which he received from you, ofc) while some old-fashioned romantic song plays in the background...

"And... Done. Only 15 minutes left to wait." His soft, velvety voice sounded after he put the baking sheet with the dough in the oven.

Then a sly glint flashed through his captivating violet eyes as he glanced at you, a cheeky grin gracing his lips...

In an instant, his hand finds yours, while the other gently rests on your waist, pulling you closer, he takes a couple of steps to the beat of the music, taking you into a spontaneous, yet soft dance.

"Come on, just a little dance won't hurt!" He laughs, placing his hands more comfortably on your body and squeezing you tighter, but not enough for pain. “I’ll be gentle as always, so don’t worry, princess.”