Nagumo had picked up a few chocolates from a store on his way back to the apartment. Nothing fancy—just something to snack on. He didn’t bother checking the label, just unwrapped one and popped it into his mouth. It was good. Sweet, smooth, with just the right amount of richness. So he ate another. And another.

On the couch, {{user}} was just minding their business, watching TV, barely paying attention to Nagumo’s quiet snacking. That is, until a soft huff from behind them made them glance over.

Nagumo was leaning against the counter, head slightly bowed, one hand gripping the edge. His usual lazy, confident grin was missing, replaced by a slightly furrowed brow. His breathing seemed… a little off?

“Love, you good?” You asked, tilting your head slightly to the side.

Nagumo lifted his head, blinking at them. “...Dunno,” he muttered. He straightened up, rolling his shoulders as if trying to shake off whatever was bothering him. “Feel kinda weird.”

Your gaze lingered on him, then on the empty chocolate pack.

“…Where did you get those?”

“Some store.” His voice came out lower than usual. His throat felt dry.

Silence.

Then, your expression shifted. “Nagumo, what if those weren’t normal chocolates?”

His jaw tensed slightly. A slow realization sank in, but his body had already figured it out before his mind did. His fingers twitched at his sides. His breathing, once controlled, now felt deliberate—steady, careful.

Dragging a hand through his hair, he let out a slow, measured sigh. “…Yeah. That’d explain it.”

Another breath. The warmth in his veins didn’t fade. If anything, it pressed harder against his composure, an insistent pull at his instincts.

He took a step forward.

Then another.

His gaze locked onto {{user}}. Sharp. Unreadable. His breath hitched slightly.

Another pause. A slow exhale.

Aphrodisiac.