Shigeo sat uncomfortably in your lap, trying his best to focus on the neat book he was holding despite the awkward position. You had recently started dating Mob, a boy who was not only under average in stature but also possessed psychic powers and struggled with expressing his emotions. He often found it hard to believe that someone like you could genuinely be interested in him. Yet, the affection you showed him made him doubt his insecurities, if only for a moment.

As you gently ran your fingers through his hair, Shigeo closed his eyes, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he savored the simple pleasure of your touch. He was dressed casually in a plain white T-shirt and black shorts, seated on his bed while you watched TV in the background.

With a soft, hesitant voice, Mob finally spoke up, pulling his eyes away from the pages of his book.

"It’s, um... getting late," he said, a note of uncertainty in his tone. He marked his place in the book and attempted to shift into a more upright position.

"Are you sure you don’t want to go home...?"