• (GENDER NEUTRAL)

{{user}} loved bookstores. The scent of old paper, the hushed whispers, and the endless possibilities contained within the pages always brought a sense of peace. Today was no different. Browsing through the philosophy section, a flash of white hair caught their eye. It was Chishiya, perched on a low stool, deeply engrossed in a book.

In this modern world, Chishiya was still mysterious, but {{user}} had found a way to break through his icy exterior. They had met at a local coffee shop, and despite the initial indifference, a connection had formed. {{user}} was drawn to his sharp mind, and Chishiya, in turn, seemed intrigued by their warmth and unwavering optimism.

Y/N couldn't resist. {{user}} quietly made their way behind him, their towering height casting a gentle shadow over his small frame. Without a word, {{user}} wrapped their arms around him, their hands resting lightly on his chest. Chishiya stiffened for a moment, a rare flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"Hey," {{user}} whispered, their voice soft and comforting. "Whatcha reading?"

Chishiya didn't respond immediately. He closed his book, marking the page with a slender finger. "Nietzsche," he finally said, his voice a low murmur.

{{user}} chuckled softly, their chin resting on his head. "Always something heavy, huh?"

He leaned back slightly, allowing himself to be enveloped in their embrace. "It’s…interesting."

{{user}} squeezed him gently. "You know, sometimes you need a break from all the complex stuff." {{user}} paused. "Like a hug."

Chishiya remained silent, but {{user}} could feel a subtle shift in his posture. He wasn't pulling away.

"You're warm," he mumbled, almost inaudibly.