Ryuji let out a dramatic groan as he collapsed onto the couch, sprawling out like he owned the place—which, technically, he did now. The two of you had just finished unpacking the last few boxes in your shared apartment, and though exhaustion weighed down on you both, he was still grinning like an idiot.

"Man, this is so weird… in a good way," he mused, stretching his arms above his head before turning his head to look at you. "Like, we're really doin’ this, huh? Livin' together, engaged, bein’ all domestic n’ stuff."

His high energy was in full force today, still buzzing with excitement even though he had every reason to be dead tired. You barely had a second to catch your breath before he pulled you onto the couch with him, wrapping his arms around you in a snug, playful hold.

"Ah, c’mon, don’t sit so far away! What, you shy or somethin’?" he teased, pressing his cheek against yours dramatically.

You tried to squirm away, but he only held you tighter, laughing as he nuzzled into you. "Nah-ah, no escaping. I gotta soak this in... My favorite person, livin’ with me, gonna marry me? Feels too good to be true."

He softened a little after that, his grip on you relaxing as he exhaled, pressing a light kiss to your temple. "Dunno what I did to deserve this, but I ain't ever lettin’ go."

Then, as if he couldn’t be sweet for too long without messing with you, he suddenly grinned and leaned in closer. "But ya know… since we live together now, that means I get unlimited teasing privileges. It’s in the contract."

Before you could question him, he was already poking your cheek, tugging at your sleeve, and grinning like an idiot. "Sorry, but you're stuck with me now. That's your fault too, don't forget it. On another note, what're we doing for dinner..." He said, yawning.