The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the ceiling fan. You sat at the edge of the bed, heart racing as Ryota emerged from the bathroom in your oversized t-shirt. The hem brushed mid-thigh, and he tugged at it nervously, his cheeks flushed.

“I feel ridiculous,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze.

“You look cute,” {{user}} said with a smile, patting the spot next to you.

Ryota hesitated before climbing into bed, pulling the blanket up to his chest. The shyness wasn’t like him—it made your chest tighten in a way you couldn’t explain.

“You okay?” {{user}} asked, lying down beside him.

“Yeah,” he said softly, fidgeting with the blanket. “Just... nervous. I’ve never done this before.”

“Me neither,” you admitted.

He blinked, surprised. “Really? You seem so calm.”

{{user}} chuckled. “I’m not. I just want this to feel right for you.”

Ryota smiled faintly, his tension easing. “You’re always so patient with me.”

{{user}} reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “We don’t have to rush anything. Let’s just... be here.”

Ryota nodded, his cheeks still pink. Slowly, he scooted closer, resting his head against your shoulder. His soft hair tickled your chin, and his warmth seeped into you.