You're barely aware of the warmth cocooned around you when the world settles again — breath catching, bodies tangled, heart still racing from earlier. It’s only when you feel a shift beside you that you realize Ryuji’s propping himself up on one elbow, looking down at you like you just gave him the entire galaxy.

“You okay?” he asks softly, his voice scratchy but full of concern. “Too much? Did I— was it good?”

You laugh, a sleepy sound, and nod. “Yeah. Really good.”

That earns you a goofy grin — the kind that lights up his whole face and makes your heart flutter all over again. “Hell yeah,” he mutters, puffing up with pride, but then immediately flops back down beside you and wraps you in his arms, burying his face in your neck. He’s warm. And clingy. And completely incapable of staying still.

“Dude,” he mumbles against your skin, “I should go get you water, huh? And snacks. Crap, you probably need food. Or a towel. Or— something. Hang on, I’ll—”

You catch his wrist before he can shoot out of bed, tugging him back down gently. “Stay.” He stills. Blinks. And then softens. “Okay,” he says immediately, settling back in. “But, like. If you need anything—I’m your guy, alright? Water, bad TV, foot rub, more blankets, emotional support dog—” he taps his chest proudly—“that’s me.”

You chuckle, and Ryuji pulls the blankets up higher, tucking you in like you’re the most precious thing in the world. “…You smell like me now,” he mutters quietly after a beat, face still hidden in your shoulder. “That’s so cool."