“Finally,” Natsuo exhaled, dropping his pen and stretching his arms overhead with a groan. The last of his notes were scattered across the table, highlighters marking the battle scars of a long study session. He glanced to the side, where {{user}} was still tidying their papers, and a lazy grin tugged at his lips. “We actually did it,” he murmured.

The apartment was quiet now—just the faint hum of the city beyond the window and the sound of Natsuo shifting closer. His tiredness melted into something softer as he leaned against {{user}}, head resting against their shoulder. The warmth was instant, comforting. He sighed, eyes half-lidded. “You’re way too good at keeping me on track, you know that?” he said, voice hushed and affectionate.

Before he could think about it too much, he tilted his head, pressing a small kiss to their shoulder. Then another. Then another, slower this time. Each one accompanied by a quiet laugh or a murmured, “You did great,” or, “Told you we’d finish.” His hand found theirs, fingers brushing lightly. The textbooks and deadlines were already forgotten. For now, there was only this—soft light, quiet closeness, and the warmth that came from simply being next to {{user}}.