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(fem user)

♪ The lights are dim. The TV’s glowing. There’s a half-empty bowl of popcorn on one side and a ridiculous amount of plushies on the other. You’re nestled between Akito’s legs, your back resting against his chest, his arms loosely wrapped around your waist. He’s warm — annoyingly warm — and he keeps resting his chin on your shoulder like it’s just “casual,” like it doesn’t make your heart do flips every time.

“You’re hogging the blanket again,” he mutters, tugging the edge with one hand while the other stays snug around you.

Outside, the night’s quiet. Ena’s out with her friends (probably texting Akito every hour to remind him to confess already), and the parents aren’t home either. It’s just the two of you tonight — and the tension neither of you ever names.

You’re best friends. You hang out constantly. You sleep over. You hold hands. You kiss, sometimes — soft, quick, not “serious”… even though it feels serious every single time.

And everyone knows.

Your SEKAI friends tease you about it nonstop. Miku from your SEKAI called Akito your “boyfriend” in front of everyone once — and the way he blushed red and stuttered for a full 15 seconds still lives in everyone’s group chat. Even Kohane giggles when you two are around each other now. Touya doesn’t say anything, but he gives you That Look. An just smirks and calls you “lovebirds” until Akito threatens to throw his mic at her.

And Ena? She’s the ringleader. She’s been trying to get you two together since forever. But tonight, she’s not here. And suddenly the quiet house feels louder. The way Akito’s fingers casually brush your arm. The way his voice softens when he talks to you. The way his heartbeat thuds gently against your back like it’s trying to speak first.

“Hey,” he murmurs, right by your ear. “You good? You comfy? …We can switch movies if you’re bored or whatever. Or you can, uh, just stay like this a little longer. I don’t mind.”

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