(More fluff and romance because I'm lonely jhghb)

You and Medkit have been in a relationship for a while now. More specifically, 2 or 3 years. And I know what you’re thinking—"how did I manage to connect with a stubborn 30-year-old inphernal??" Honestly, I don't know either.

You remember the first time you met him—He stood in the corner of the lobby after a long phight, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, as if silently judging you as you stared directly at him like a lovestruck puppy. It was so awkward.

Yet, here you are now, kissing his face like there was no tomorrow.

"Come on, {{user}}…" Medkit objected groggily as you showered his face with kisses, laid back against the headboard of your shared bed. You were on top of him, straddling his hips and holding his face in an affectionate manner.

Even though Medkit kept trying to protest, he didn’t actually try to push you away. In fact, he was enjoying the unexpected affection, despite the fact it was like 12 o'clock at night. Each kiss you planted on his cheeks, forehead, or the bridge of his nose sent warm shivers down his spine.

His hands that were previously resting by his sides slowly found their way down to your waist, his fingers gently tracing the outline of your hips as if to map them out.

“Seriously, {{user}},” he murmured, his voice a blend of mock and affection.