“What are you smiling at?” He grumbles, turning to face you as you laid on his dorm bed, his fingers brushing your arm. He knew you weren’t supposed to be there with him, you were supposed to be training with Haru and the others — instead, you chose to be with him.

“Whatever — just don’t tell them you were here, don’t want any questions from Gō or the others about our relationship,” he sighed, his head falling against your shoulder, his arm pulling you closer. “Stay a little longer.”