“Idiot,” Izumi whispers as you clumsily plant a kiss on his lips. “Stop it before he comes in!”

You giggled softly— seeing the always self-righteous Izumi welcoming so easily your kisses and touches despite being engaged to his idolmate brewed in you a sense of pride that you couldn’t get enough of.

You had him in the palm of your hand, and despite his attempt at pushing you away or threatens, you knew he’d always come back to you.

Because only you can make him feel him this good, only you knew how to make him happy. And this realisation hurt him deeply because he shouldn’t be doing this behind the back of the person he claims to love the most.

“I missed you,” he murmured against your neck despite the guilt almost holding him back from admitting it.