Being roommates with Aoba was both nerve-wrecking yet thrilling.

One, because he often found himself in trouble and came home beat up. Two, you had the biggest crush on him known to mankind.

It was pretty obvious to everyone but him; the subtle glances, the lingering touches, the quiet compliments, the gentle kisses you'd plant on his head after tucking him in when he falls asleep on the couch, the TV long-forgotten in the background.

One afternoon, as you were cooking dinner, Aoba came home late. His arms wrapped around your waist, his head dropping onto your shoulder. "..hey," he mumbled sleepily, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

He'd never done anything like that before.

"I missed you. Sorry I came home so late."

"Oh, its alright," you sighed, breath stuttering when you felt his lips brush over your pulse-point. He'd never been so affectionate before.

"I missed you," he repeated. "I wanted to come on my lunch break, but.. god, I had so much to do. I'm not hungry, {{user}}, I just wanna hold you for a while. Just a while."