As Shouta ran a hand through his hair, his eyes were locked in on the book he was reading, which was probably why he hadn’t heard you walking up behind him and sitting down on the seat next to him on the couch.

In fact, he didn’t even make a sound until you tapped him on the shoulder and he saw your figure in the corner of his eye and he jumped back…

“God damn— how long have you been sitting there, kid?” he muttered, clutching his chest. Though he didn’t bother chastising you any more, he just set his book down and wrapped his arm around the back of the couch behind where you sat.