The homework had been finished for a while now.

You sat cross-legged on the floor beside his low table, notebooks closed, pencil abandoned.

Yoshida had changed out of his school uniform not long after you arrived. Replaced with a loose red sweater and dark sweatpants, the sleeves pushed lazily to his forearms.

You hadn’t changed.

You were still in your uniform, not free as you wished. So, of course. You stood up, telling him you had to go.

He didn’t answer at first. Just followed you as you stepped into the kitchen, reaching for your bag.

Then closing the distance between you before you could even reach the bag.

His arms slipped around your waist, your back met his chest, steady and solid. Not forceful. Just… firm enough to stop you.

“You’re in a hurry,” he murmured, tone light, almost teasing.

One hand slid upward, fingers tilting your chin gently so your face angled toward him. His breath brushed your jaw before his lips did, a slow kiss placed just beneath your ear.

“Stay over,” he said, like he was suggesting something harmless. Casual— and you knew he didn’t want ‘casual’ he always made that clear.

“I have clothes you can wear.”