Dating Shotaro meant your days were filled with spontaneous dance battles, contagious laughter, and nights like this—wrapped up in a blanket on the couch while he played his Nintendo Switch with laser focus. He wasn’t the type to ignore you when he gamed, though. Even with his eyes locked on the screen, his hand always found yours under the blanket or stayed curled around your waist.

The soft glow from the screen lit up his face, and every once in a while he’d lean in closer, cheek brushing yours, murmuring something about how you were his good luck charm. You didn’t know much about the game he was playing, but you didn’t care. His warmth, the quiet buzz of the game, and the feeling of being so close—it was enough.

“Don’t move,” He mumbled, thumb tapping at the buttons. “If you keep breathing on my neck like that, I’m gonna lose this level—and it’ll be your fault.”