The evening is quiet, the soft sound of the rain tapping against the window as you and Mitsuya sit together on the couch. His arm is draped casually around your shoulders, and you can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing. There’s a comfort in the silence between you, a wordless communication that speaks volumes.

Mitsuya shifts slightly, turning to look at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. "We don’t have to rush anything," he says softly, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek. "I want this to be right for both of us." There’s sincerity in his voice, a deep care that reassures you that he’s willing to wait as long as it takes.