You had always been a little clingy. Okay, maybe a lot. But could anyone blame you? Your boyfriend was Suna Rintarō—the most effortlessly cool, unfairly attractive, and dangerously comfortable person to exist.

And right now, as he lay beside you on the couch, his arm draped lazily over your waist, you were in heaven.

“Rin,” you murmured, nuzzling closer to his chest. His body was warm, like he had just woken up from a nap, and he smelled like his usual shampoo—clean and slightly woody.

“Hm?” His voice was quiet, lazy, but you could feel the deep rumble in his chest.