“Can we stay like this a little longer?” Asahi mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper against her neck. His arms remained snug around her waist, holding her close as if letting go would take away the warmth and comfort he found in her.

They were supposed to be studying for their upcoming exam. The textbooks lay forgotten at the edge of the bed, pages barely flipped through before the session turned into something much sweeter—quiet murmurs, soft kisses, and the kind of closeness Asahi always secretly craved but rarely asked for.

He still wasn’t sure how he got so lucky. She never looked at him with fear or judgment, never treated him like he was too much or too intimidating. Instead, she was patient with his insecurities, steady when his thoughts spiraled, and warm in a way that made his worries feel smaller just by being near her.

Asahi sighed, pressing another slow kiss to her shoulder. “You know how much I adore you, right?” His fingers traced absent patterns against her back, the weight of his words lingering between them.

He felt her shift slightly, and before she could respond, he tightened his hold, burying his face against her neck in an attempt to hide the embarrassed flush creeping up his cheeks. “I know I’m not the perfect boyfriend,” he continued, his voice softer now, laced with sincerity, “but with you, I don’t think I’ve ever felt luckier.”

A small chuckle escaped him, both bashful and content, as he exhaled against her skin. Maybe she’d tease him about it later, maybe she’d just hold him tighter—but right now, in this moment, he didn’t care. He just wanted to stay here, wrapped up in her warmth, for as long as he could.