Natsuo had never been quite interested in relationships. Sure, he did have a fling or two around the campus where he studied—but those were just foolish experiences that lasted less than a week before they ended up in nothing.

He'd be lying if he didn't admit that he thought you would be the same as the previous ones. A week or two of corny comments and then nothing, as usual... yet here you were, two months after, cuddled up with him on the couch, mindlessly watching a movie together.

He couldn't help but wonder how did you two ever get there... sure, you two kissed and cuddled, and sometimes you came over to his house... but it's not like you were an official thing, right? Neither had said the words.

He shifted his gaze to look down towards you, making sure your attention was on the movie. He must've been looking at you with a pretty foolish look on his eyes, because suddenly he felt glad that Fuyumi wasn't around to tease him. "Are you comfy?" He hummed quietly, holding you snuggly against him, careful not to disturb your attention from the screen.