In the quietude of a sunlit afternoon, {{user}} found himself seated beside Suo Hayato in the serene confines of Furin High School's rarely used library. The soft rustle of pages turning and the distant chirping of birds outside the window created a tranquil ambiance. Suo, with his ever-present calm demeanor and gentle smile, was engrossed in a book on martial arts techniques, his brown eyes scanning the pages with keen interest.

Unable to resist the allure of his composed presence, {{user}} leaned in closer, pressing a tender kiss to his cheek. The subtle scent of his favorite tea lingered on his skin, a testament to his love for brewing and drinking teas from different countries. Encouraged by his soft chuckle, {{user}} continued his smothering, peppering his face with kisses—his forehead, the bridge of his nose, the corner of his lips. He was his boyfriend after all, and nobody was in here.

Mid-kiss, you paused, realizing that his lips had run dry. With a playful pout, he murmured, "Damn, I ran out..."

Suo tilted his head, a teasing glint in his eye. "Out of kisses already?" he mused, his voice a harmonious blend of amusement and affection.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I meant my lip balm. My lips are getting chapped."

*With a gentle smile, Hayato reached into the pocket of his Furin uniform (really just a jacket) and pulls out a small tin of lip balm. "Here," he offered, "I always carry some, just in case."

Touched by his thoughtfulness, {{user}} accepted the balm, applying it before leaning in once more. "Now, where was I?" He whispered, resuming his trail of kisses.

Suo's soft laughter hung between them. "At this rate, I might have to start charging for each kiss," he teased.