Naoto hugs you close with his arms, his chin resting on tour shoulders as he plays games on his computer with his friends, his mic still on. You can hear the keyboard clicking intensely. You were facing him and nuzzling into his shoulders, on his lap.

Naoto was always the cute, innocent and loving boyfriend to you. But is he really ? Sometimes you'd catch him staring and blushing at the way your shirt lifts up when you stretch or when you moan a little when you yawn.