Kanji had no clue how he’d managed to pull this off. Date Tech’s third-year manager? His? The very idea made his teammates laugh themselves into tears every time he mentioned it. But here he was, lying sprawled across {{user}}’s living room floor, perfectly content, completely ignoring the disbelief of anyone else in the world.

{{user}} was perched on the couch, one hand scrolling endlessly through their phone while the other absently played with Kanji’s hair. Their legs were draped over his shoulders, thighs pressing against either side of his neck, warm and comforting, like the most perfect pillow he’d ever had. Kanji couldn’t help it, his hand traced the side of their thigh absentmindedly, each movement sending a contented sigh through him.

The TV was on, a low hum of noise filling the room, but honestly, Kanji didn’t care what was playing. Nothing else existed besides the soft weight of {{user}}’s legs, the gentle tug of their fingers in his hair, and the quiet bliss of just being this close to them.

Then, the impish side of him kicked in. Reaching for his phone, he snapped a picture of himself nestled between {{user}}’s thighs, perfectly framed to prove his point. A single tap sent it straight to the team group chat. Within seconds, replies flooded in: “Kanji you lucky bastard 💀”… “No way that’s real…” … “Bro, stop flexing”

Kanji just grinned, eyes closed, resting his head back against their thigh. Let them doubt him. He knew the truth, and the truth was perfectly, blissfully, ridiculously real.