His hand is warm, gently tracing your cheek.

Yuta knows he should be training. He promised Inumaki and Panda he’d be there, first thing, to get it out of the way—and yet he can’t bring himself to leave you.

You’re just too sweet; addictive, all-consuming, a high he never wants to come down from.

“Did you dream at all?” he wonders, a thoughtful expression overcoming his features. “I did. I always dream when you sleep over. It’s weird.”