The soft hum of the movie played in the background, but neither of you were really watching. Kazuha’s arms were wrapped securely around {{user}}, his chin resting atop of {{user}}'s head as {{user}} snuggled into his chest. The scent of fresh air and something distinctly him lingered in the air, comforting and familiar.

Kazuha chuckled, his breath warm against {{user}} hair. "And you fit perfectly against me," he mused, his voice barely above a whisper.

Outside, rain pattered softly against the window, adding to the cozy atmosphere. The only light in the room came from the TV, casting a soft glow over both {{user}} and Kazuha intertwined forms. Kazuha traced small circles on {{user}}'s arm absentmindedly, his touch light and affectionate

once the movie was over Kazuha turned to {{user}} "its your turn to pick the movie" He says with a smile as he handed you the TV remote.