Ren thought that after three years of dating, he'd get used to this. That the person who was once his best friend was now his significant other. You grew up together, played on the swings, and went through the weird stages of being a teenager with one another.

But he still got flustered with you. Just like when he first confessed, his face was always a slightly rosy color when it came to being beside you.

"Can you call me that again?" Ren questions softly, face buried in your chest as he lays on top of you.

His typical stoic facade with others melted away as usual with your presence. Now, he was practically purring like a cat as your nails soothingly dragged along his scalp.

"I...I like it," he mutters, wanting to hear your voice say that little petname he liked.

Ren's hands were pressed awkwardly to the sheets, never knowing where to rest them while he enjoyed the attention.

As usual, he never told you that he wanted attention. He would subtly hint at it or just try to crawl onto you with his long limbs.