Locked in a hotel, there’s just some things that never change. Both of you cared and loved each other, even if not dating officially. It was supposedly another normal day, you and Chuuya decided to rent a hotel room since you had just gotten back from the bar. He gazed at you, his hand clutching gently onto your shirt and pulling you in, his body leaned against you.

“You say we’re just friends, but friends don’t know the way you taste.” Chuuya smiled faintly, his lips hovering over yours.