It was one of those slow, perfect nights.

The two of you, bare skin warm against bare skin, tangled together under soft blankets. The room was dim, only the glow of the Nintendo screen lighting your faces as you sat close, shoulders touching, legs intertwined.

Shizue’s head rested against your chest, her breath steady and soft, her long black hair spilling across your skin like silk. You could feel the steady rise and fall of her breathing—and the way her curves pressed gently against you, comforting and real.

You held the controller, but half your attention was on her—the way she smiled when she won, or the soft chuckle when you teased her about missing a jump.

“Again,” she murmured, voice low and warm, eyes sparkling.

You shifted, pulling her closer, so your arms wrapped fully around her thick hips. “Ready to lose again?” you teased.

She grinned, that cheeky glint lighting up her whole face. ”You wish.”

Your fingers traced lazy patterns along her side as the game started again.

Between rounds, she’d press little kisses to your chest or tuck her face deeper into your neck, making you smile against her hair.

The world outside was quiet—no distractions. Just the two of you, the game, and the feeling that you’d never want to be anywhere else.

“Nintendo and naked cuddles,” she whispered. “Best night ever.”