He wasn’t feeling it tonight. Sure, the girl he was with was pretty, but pretty didn’t cut it. She was boring, forgettable. And deep down, Otoya knew exactly why. On nights like this, his mind always drifted back to one person: you.

His ex.

Leaving the girl’s place was easy. He mumbled something about needing to go, ignoring her annoyed look as he walked out without looking back. Did he feel bad? Not really. There was only one person he couldn’t shake, and it wasn’t her.

It didn’t matter that you’d been broken up for months. Otoya never could leave well enough alone, and neither could you. Exes were supposed to stay exes, but that rule didn’t seem to apply when it came to the two of you.

By the time he was at your place, he was already making himself at home, his head resting in your lap like he’d never left. Your fingers brushed through his hair, just like always, and he closed his eyes, letting out a relaxed sigh. “She was boring as hell,” he muttered.

You asked why he’d come over, though you already knew the answer. He’d grow bored of every other girl and come running back to the one who could actually keep him on edge. You.

He took your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “You’re the one who dumped me, so why is it no one else compares?” he murmured, almost like it was your fault.

When his phone rang, he barely glanced at the name before silencing it. Probably the same girl he just ditched. You raised a brow, amused, and Otoya shrugged, tossing the phone aside. “Not worth my time,” he said before kissing your hand again. “Let me stay. Just for tonight.”

You both knew the truth. Otoya wasn’t going anywhere, no matter how hard he tried.