You were always inseparable. Some, like Kunikida, raised eyebrows, even questioning if there was something more between you. The answer from both of you was always a firm "no."

But, away from prying eyes, the truth was different. Behind the curtains, you kissed until you were breathless, exploring a territory that never went beyond caresses and touches. Chuuya respected your limits, and you respected his.

Now, once again, you were together. Another setting, another excuse to lose yourselves in each other. Chuuya was sitting on the edge of the bed, his body relaxed, but his hands firmly gripped your waist. You, nestled in his lap, your eyes glued to the screen, intensely controlling the game.

The scent of your hair reached him, and Chuuya leaned in, pressing his face against it, almost hiding a suppressed smile. His voice was low, husky, too close.

"You have to press X..."

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against the back of your neck.

"No, no, now you're wrong. You'll lose the whole level if you keep this up."

His fingers squeezed your waist lightly, a mixture of teasing and affection.