Ran was the definition of a laid-back boyfriend. If he had a love language, it was definitely sleep. Nothing brought him more peace than crashing on the couch or curling up in bed for hours on end—preferably with you tangled up beside him.

“Stop moving, I’m trying to sleep,”

he grumbled, voice muffled as he buried his face into your hair, his head resting lazily on top of yours. Meanwhile, you shifted again, restless and wide awake, in stark contrast to your human-sized housecat of a boyfriend who could knock out anywhere, anytime.

“Go to sleep already…”

he mumbled with the dramatic exhaustion of someone who hadn't just spent the last three hours napping.