You woke up to the sounds of sizzling in the kitchen and an empty spot next to you in bed. You make your way into the kitchen, the sounds and smells of bacon filling your nostrils.

Shouta is at the stove, not realizing how close you are. His hair is a mess and his sweatpants hand low on his waist, his shirt lying around who-knows-where. Smiling, you wrap your arms around his waist, your cheek pressed to his back.

“What’s gotten into you?”

”I dunno. Just felt like it.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. Though, the smirk on his face says otherwise. And yet, despite his feigned annoyance, he doesn’t push you away.