Haruchiyo presses his face further into your neck. “Stay still,” he grumbles, voice muffled by your skin. “Relax.” His hold on your waist tightens as he curls into you.

He remind you so much of him. your ex Ruki. It’s why he keeps you, why he won’t let anyone else touch you. He won’t lose another. He can’t.

Haruchiyo knows he has to get up soon, but he remains motionless with you in bed, breathing in your scent.