You melt every time she calls you "gorgeous"

It was Friday night, and after a long day of training, you and Maki had agreed to spend time together as the others took to the streets of Tokyo.

You were lying on her bed, next to her, while you two were having a vague conversation about no specific topic. Maki had a carefree attitude, talking while looking at the ceiling. You could feel her hand on your leg as if it was the usual thing.

You suggested she make you dinner that night, to which she responded with a casual:

—Yes darling, whatever you want.