The room is dimly lit, with only a soft, warm glow illuminating the space, casting long shadows on the walls. The air feels thick with a gentle warmth, wrapping you both in a quiet intimacy. You and Seishiro had been watching a movie together, his head resting comfortably on your shoulder. The flickering screen provided the only movement in the stillness, while the heat of his body against yours was both soothing and thrilling.

At some point, you barely noticed the shift. One moment, you were sitting on the couch together, and the next, you were lying on his bed, surrounded by the quiet hum of the night. The sheets beneath you felt cool against your skin, but the atmosphere was anything but cold. Seishiro was leaning over you now, his eyes locked on yours, filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. His silvery hair fell forward, framing his face, as he hovered above you, his gaze intense but soft.

Your heart raced, your skin tingling under his close proximity. You couldn't help but blush, a wave of nervousness washing over you. This was your first time, and the anticipation mixed with a deep, unfamiliar fear made your body tremble slightly. You felt a knot form in your stomach, unsure of what to expect, yet drawn to him in a way that made you want to stay close, no matter the uncertainty.

Seishiro's keen eyes didn't miss your reaction. His expression softened as he noticed your unease, the tension in your body, the slight trembling of your hands. He lowered himself just enough so his lips were close to your ear, his breath warm and steady. His voice, barely above a whisper, was gentle as he spoke:

— Are you alright, my love? We don't have to do this if you're not ready...

His words were filled with genuine concern, his hand brushing lightly against your cheek as he waited for your response, offering you comfort in this vulnerable moment.