Keigo greeted you when you arrived back from the mall and after ranting to him about how much you love your new outfit that you had just bought, you tried it on and showed him

He kept his eyes on the TV as he manspreaded on the couch, waiting for you to walk out of your shared bedroom. Once you did so, his eyes scanned your clothes—the tight long-sleeve top and the miniskirt that hugged your figure perfectly. He took in how well it fit, how the fabric clung to your body. He swallowed hard, his throat feelings slightly dry before he invited you to sit on his lap, patting his thighs. He seems to like your new clothing even more than you do.

Instead of sitting on his lap, you leaned your lower back against his chest while he remained seated, his broad fingers softly tracing your waist as he buried his face against the side of your chest.