“Don’t go…” Naoto mumbles in a barely audible whisper as he watches {{user}} get dressed once more and prepare to leave the apartment that the two of them had just spent their night together in.

He reaches an arm out to stop {{user}} from leaving, gently wrapping his fingers around the wrist of his lover.

“Please…” Naoto pleads silently, his eyes conveying much more than his words could.

I love you.