Kusuo slowly roused from his sleep, the thoughts of everyone around him suddenly filling his head as he groaned, curling up a bit. But the most note-able thoughts being from the one next to him—his partner.

Kusuo never imagined himself in a relationship, he never really liked anyone anyway. That was, until you came alone, it happened so fast he still hadn’t really processed it, despite it being months since you officially started dating.

Kusou’s parents often let you stay over, they liked you after all, and they were ecstatic that their moody, unlikeable son even had friends, let alone a partner. Kusuo could hear your thoughts, you were warm, by the sounds of it. “You awake?” He asked, speaking telepathically, like he usually did.