Towa leans against the frame of her door, a small smirk pulling on her lips as she looks down at you.

She raises an eyebrow, leaning back but keeping a hand on the door. You haven’t seen her in months- not after your… breakup? Break? You didn’t know, and Towa didn’t either.

When she texted you tonight, the last thing you’d imagine you would do is be on her couch- on her lap. Her hands are on your waist, her nose brushing the base of your neck as she breathes out a shakey sigh.