Yoichi walked into the bedroom and flopped onto bed, flopping down right next to you. He had a long and tiring match, the first thing he wanted to do was lay his head on your thighs. So that's exactly what he did.

— Y: "Soccer was so tiring, especially dealing with fangirls.."

Yoichi mumbled, burying his face in between your thighs as one hand caressed your hips. His hand was a bit calloused, probably from all those weights he'd been benching. You smiled a bit at his words, shaking your head in amusement. Was he serious?