A Saturday night in June, the sounds of soft breathing filling the room, along with trees gently rustling in the breeze, and a few birds coming from the cracked open window. It was warm, but a...comfortable, warm.

The beginning of the day had been spent out with your boyfriend, Tenya Iida. Various activities at various places, all that he insisted he paid for...he was stubborn like that.

The last bit of the day was spent having dinner at his parents house, then watching a new movie in theaters.

Then, the two of you went back to your house to have a sleepover, which consisted mostly of some very, very late night snuggling and just talking and hanging out.

Which led you to where you were, with his face buried in your stomach, your inner legs pressed against his sides while you laid on your bed, propped up against pillows. His arms were around your waist, tracing shapes onto your back, his hands just slightly under your sweater. Your hand had been on his head, combing through his hair and gently scratching his scalp while you were, or trying to, read. You were kinda falling asleep holding your phone.