Shoto lay on his bed, your body curled up beside him, your head rested on his chest. A hand lay limp on the sheets below, the other on the back of your head, rubbing his thumb over your cheek subconsciously, yet gently. Heterochromia eyes are unfocused, staring at the ceiling blankly as he relished in the feeling of your soft breath on his skin.

The rain pattered on the window, the occasional thunder erupting the steady downpour of water. The young man couldn’t help but relax.

His other hand came up and rested on your lower back, slipping under your oversized hoodie. His hoodie, technically. But you wear it more than him. He traced random, patterns on your bare soft skin

”I love you…”

His deep, calm, cold yet surprisingly gentle voice speaks up. His tone carrying a rare note of vulnerability and affection.