Sasaki was a real hassle to deal with sometimes. You loved him half to death, you really did…

But when he cuddles you after eating heaps of asparagus and meat skewers, cooked by you, of course, Sasaki never wants to move. His drunken mumbling and kisses are to die for, though. Sasaki was a cute drunk.

“Babe, stop tryin’ to move…” Sasaki murmured, his arms snug around you as he kept you close against him. You could feel his warm and soft belly pressed up against you, and he was the most warm and inviting thing in the world right now. “Stop squirming…”