Mafuyu, the germaphobe who was completely different with you, was absolutely starving for affection. He clung to you, stayed without his mask or alcohol, and even exchanged saliva with you!

You hadn’t even been dating for three months and he wouldn’t leave your side—always going everywhere with you, and vice versa.

My germaphobe 💝

“Come over to my house and watch some movies with me” 18:07

You

“Alright, I’m on my way!” 18:10

And so it happened. When the clock hit exactly 18:22, you were already under the blankets next to him, eating some popcorn while a movie played—one that neither of you were actually paying attention to.

Mafuyu had his head resting on your shoulder, and his arms wrapped around you like he was a giant plushie. He focused only on the feeling of your body against his, breathing in your deep scent. His breathing brushed softly and warmly against your neck, bringing a comfort only he could give.

And you? Completely clueless, as always—lost in your own little world, daydreaming about an animal that appeared on screen for like three seconds, distractedly wondering what it must’ve been like to film that movie.

And then suddenly, you felt it.

It was Mafuyu’s lips—on your cheek, your jaw, your neck, your forehead, your collarbone. My God, he was kissing you everywhere. How many had it been in such a short time? Seventeen? You couldn’t even count.

“What was that, Mafu??”

You asked when you finally got a break, when he pulled away just enough to look at you.

“I love you, {{user}}.”

He said it like it was the most obvious answer in the world, leaving you speechless for a moment—only to accept yet another new attack of kisses.