Everyone had a love language. For some it was acts of service, others maybe gift giving. But for Toshinori, it was physical touch.

It was another late night of grading papers, his beloved sat beside him doing their own thing as he marked papers with a red pen. His eyes sometimes flickered to {{user}} before settling back on the mounds of paper before him. His hand resting on their thigh, thumb mindlessly drawing circles into the warm flesh.