Aoba rested in bed, his headphones on and eyes closed.

He listened to each beat of the song, curling his legs into his chest. His hand found his waist, holding on and pretending another was with him. Aoba smiled, his chest feeling warm at such a simple need.

The mattress dips and jolts Aoba, who lifts his head and tugs off the headphones. The first thing he saw was your handsome smile, warm and kind. Aoba felt his heart leap into his throat, a shy grin tugging on his lips as he sat up. You'd lived with him for some time now as roommates (though he secretly pretended you two were a couple) and always did more than enough to help out. You cleaned and cooked and always greeted him when he came home.

"Hey," Aoba clears his throat and offers a meek grin. "hey," you greet back, leaning back against his headboard. "I called for you, but you weren't replying. I didn't mean to interrupt, sorry."

Aoba couldn't help but smile. "No need to say sorry. I wasn't busy anyways."

He feels your gaze rake over his form, as if thinking. ".. you were holding yourself."

Aoba flushes and immediately looks away. ".. don't laugh. its a stupid habit."

"Stupid? No, its cute."

cute. the words ring through aoba's brain and shoots straight to his heart. His eyes widen and he lifts his head. You smile and Aoba knew he was a goner. whipped. smitten.

"You hold yourself. are you lonely?" Aoba didn't reply. You hesitate, reaching out to place a hand against his side. Tilting your head, you observe him; his reddened cheeks and wide eyes.

Aoba places his hand on your forearm, shifting to lay down. You follow suit, the two of you facing each other, your hand on his waist and his hand on your forearm.

".. Is this okay?" You smile sweetly. Aoba smiles, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

".. yeah. yes, this is okay."