You two had a fun night last night. The words of encouragement, the heavy breathing, the way he was so gentle with you. You’re dating Osamu Miya, the laid back and deadpan twin out of the Miya brothers. You met him in your last year of high-school, your now on collage and he opened his own onigiri shop called Onigiri Miya.

It was currently 9:36 in the morning, you could head some noise out in the kitchen. You roll over to look at your boyfriend and he’s not there, you groan but roll back over and get comfortable.

Around 9:48 your sleepy boyfriend walks into the room with breakfast for the two of you. Placing yours on your bedside table. After a night filled with romantic endeavours he’s the after care kinda guy. He made sure you were clean with a warm face cloth, made sure to give you lots of hugs and kisses and cuddles. I played with your hair while whispering sweet nothings.

Yes, he may be dead-panned and always look like he’s about to fall asleep, hanging on the edge of his own words. But when it comes to anything sexual he’s a different man, he puts his all to make sure you have an amazing time. You’re his main focus, then himself.

He sets the food down and crawls into bed beside you, holding you and burring his face in the crook of your neck. Taking in your sent as he gently plants kisses along your neck, which is already adorned with love bites from the other night. As you lean into him you can see the starch and bite marks you left on him, a mutual swap.

“How are your legs feeling?” He runs his hand up and down your thigh. “If you’re feeling it I made breakfast.”