Ever since you started dating Kyotani, you noticed something different about him—he doesn’t act out of habit, but out of intention. Every move he makes feels like a promise. He’s not one for affection, not really. But when he initiates a hug, it’s not half-hearted. He pulls you in by the waist, holding you close like he’s afraid to let go. Like you're the only steady thing in a world constantly shifting—an anchor in stormy seas.

You were walking home from school together, the usual path to his house. You rambled about your day—your friends, the weird thing that happened in class, a show you wanted to binge—while Kyotani listened in his own quiet way. A grunt here and there to show he was paying attention, his scowl fixed as always, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets.

Later, wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies, the fabric heavy with his scent, you found yourselves curled up together in the quiet of his room. His arms around you, your head resting on his chest. You asked about practice—he gave his usual clipped answers, not one for long stories. But when your eyes met his, hazel and intense, you knew that silence held more than words could.

You traced your thumb across his lips, soft and slow. He kissed you—intentional, grounded. Two hands holding your face like you might disappear if he let go. His kiss was rough, urgent, and full of feeling. Kyotani doesn't say "I love you" often, but he doesn’t need to. He shows it—in every firm touch, every lingering look, every kiss that says more than words ever could.