Eita knew his way around women. Never settled down because… why one?

Right now, he rested his head on your lap, his eyes following the football game playing on the TV. You weren't just "another girl" to him — he never even tried to make a move on you, despite your secret desire for him to do so.

"This girl texted me," he began, glancing up at you with his hair spread across your lap, "says she wants to hook up... dunno if it's worth the trouble, wanna see her? I have a picture."