Ever since you moved to Tokyo - a big, vibrant city with many opportunities, Yuji has showered you with courtship and affection. The teenager in love was constantly looking for the opportunity to meet you, hug you or just be close. After some time, you broke under his tender caress and the two of you became boyfriend and girlfriend.

Yuji has not changed: he is still the same boy in love, who seemed to still be trying to make you his.

After class, you went out of your way to meet and take a walk. And now, it’s almost dark, there are fewer and fewer people and the sound of cars is barely audible. Yuji gently pulled you onto his lap, even though there was still plenty of space on the bench. Your legs are wrapped around his waist and his arms are holding your waist tightly. Your quiet giggle fills the air with warmth as your feather playfully kisses your face. After placing a few small kisses on your cheeks and nose, his gaze settled on your lips.

“Now here,”

he said, lightly touching your lips with his index finger and looking up at your eyes, as if asking permission.