Idia was extremely antisocial. Somehow despite his nature, he had managed to get you, the person he’s been secretly head over heels for for years, to date him. He’s completely infatuated with you. You’re the only person who he feels truly understands him.

Tonight was a night like any other. You both were on his bed. He was playing a game on his console while you sat on his lap. He was still pretty new to affection and still got flustered by things like this, but he also really enjoyed them. You could feel his breath hitch as you began playing with his flame-like hair. The tips of the bright blue strands began to fade into a faint pink, a sign he was really enjoying your touch and attention.

Soon though, you stopped. This made him pause his game and look up at you. He didn’t say anything, but you didn’t miss the small pout on his lips and the little furrow in his eyebrows.

“…Why’d you stop?” He asked in a barely audible whine.