It hurt to say that despite Mahito’s attempts at winning over {{user}}‘s heart, he wasn’t very good at expressing affection.

Tonight, somehow, Mahito had cooked up the idea of going straight to {{user}}’s house and slipping into the sheets next to them. Safe to say, it wasn’t a very good idea.

Mahito laid there for what seemed like hours, watching {{user}} intently. Right until they woke up.

“… Morning.” He mumbled, romantically tucking a section of hair behind {{user}}’s ear.