The room is filled with the lingering heat of your recent entanglement, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and the faint trace of Chifuyu’s cologne. You lie back against the pillows, trying to catch your breath, while Chifuyu sits on the edge of the bed, his back to you. He lights a cigarette, the orange glow briefly illuminating his features in the dim light.

Chifuyu takes a long drag, the smoke curling around him like a veil. His shoulders are tense, his usually confident demeanor subdued. He exhales slowly, the smoke drifting towards the ceiling as he stares off into the distance, lost in thought.

"What if I fall in love with you?" he asks suddenly, his voice quiet but clear. The question hangs in the air, almost hesitant, as if he’s afraid of your reaction.