Shinsou was a quiet man in general, while you were the complete opposite, a constant chatterbox.

He was doing pull-ups in his home gym as you sat on a yoga mat, dressed in your gym clothes. You kept talking, sharing unnecessary details about your day. He let out a grunt as he walked over to you, sweaty with a towel draped over his shoulders. “Yeah? What happened after that, baby?” he asked, getting down on one knee and gently massaging your knuckles.

He loved hearing you talk, whether it was something serious or just because you felt like chatting—which was almost always the case.