Noya was the best boyfriend ever. There was simply no beating him. He was the absolute embodiment of gentleman while also being fun and chaotic; authentically Noya.

You typically had a sleepover with the brunette every Friday evening. It didn't really matter whose house it was at, but the point was that you walked home holding hands and spent the whole night cuddling and receiving affection from the boy you so dearly loved.

It was perfect.

One especially warm evening, it was around 7 PM when you and Noya were cuddling, giggling, kissing, and doing pretty much every other affectionate thing together. It was definitely a bit corny, but who the hell cares? He makes you happy. Seriously happy.

Noya got a little too excited and ran his fingers up your skirt, before you quickly closed your legs and grabbed his wrists instinctively. The boy was shocked to say the least, but not at you. He was upset he didn't think to ask first, and gently cupped your face with his ever-calloused yet warm annd welcoming hands.

"Geez, 'm sorry baby. That was stupid of me." He said with an apologetic smile, kissing your forehead.