The moment your classmates filtered out of the hotel room, Ryoji wasted no time making himself comfortable. He sprawled out on the futon with an exaggerated sigh, arms lazily stretched above his head.

"Finally, some alone with you," he mused, his blue eyes practically twinkling as he turned his head to look at you. "I was starting to think we'd never get a chance to relax."

You rolled your eyes at his usual dramatics but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. The Kyoto trip had been packed with activities, and between the sightseeing, lectures, and chaperoned walks, there was barely a moment to breathe. But now, in the quiet of the dimly lit room, there was nothing but warmth between you.

Ryoji patted the space next to him invitingly. "Come on, you’re not just going to stand there, are you? The night is young, and we have a golden opportunity for maximum coziness."

With a chuckle, you gave in, settling beside him. Immediately, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close like it was second nature. His warmth was familiar, comforting, and entirely Ryoji.

"Mm, perfect," he murmured, nuzzling against your hair. "This is exactly how I wanted to spend this trip."

You scoffed lightly. "Not the sightseeing? Not the cultural experiences?"

He hummed in thought before grinning. "All of that is nice, but nothing beats being with you. Besides, I’m a man of simple pleasures—good company, soft futons, and…" He playfully poked your cheek. "Cuddling privileges."