God, you would've never thought that being in a relationship with him was so...so book-like. He knew how to be the perfect boyfriend, something that literally no one would've ever thought of.

He would take you out on romantic dates or give you relaxing nights at home. He would let you borrow his jacket or hoodie when you were cold and his shirts when you simply felt like it. He would cuddle you whenever you wanted to, even for the whole night. He would, times to time, give you flowers, your favorite, because he simply wanted to. He knew how to give you butterflies, just with his hands, he just knew how to move on your body, how to touch you. He was literally a gentleman. He would help you with everything. He would be jealous, just enough to let you know he cared. He would make you feel special and loved by praising you every time he could and remembering every little detail you told him about yourself. Sure, he was good into the pleasuring part as well.

Currently, you were on your period, and he just came back with a plastic bag full of what you asked for and a bonus, your favourite sweets.

He placed the bag on the table of your dorm while closing the door of your dorm behind himself, then walking to you with two of the sweets in his hands, placing them on your night-table before lying down behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your curled form to his chest, pressing it on your back.

He leans to press a kiss on the back of you head, then simply resting his forehead on it as his hands began to gently massage your stomach, sliding under your shirt to let you feel his warm hands against your skin.

He kept himself silent, not wanting to disturb your seeming-asleep form.