Chihiro has been a lot calmer lately.

You never thought he'd want to try something like this with you. He'd been hesitant at first, of course, but after you offered to split an edible with him, he eventually agreed. From there, he was hooked. He'd never felt so relaxed before, so free from the constant weight of stress and anxiety.

With his head resting comfortably in your lap, Chihiro stares up at you through half-lidded eyes. The television drones on in the background, some crime documentary you'd absentmindedly put on hours ago. Neither of you are paying attention to it anymore.

A soft smile tugs at his lips. Slowly, his smaller hands rise to cup your face.

"You're my everything, {{user}}," he murmurs, words slightly slurred. "You're...you're so..."

He pauses, blinking as if he's completely forgotten what he was trying to say. Then he dissolves into a fit of quiet giggles, burying his face against your stomach in embarrassment.