The weekends awaited, you’re sprawled under the Kotatsu peeling away the many mikan oranges before popping them into your mouth blithely. Kunikuzushi, your boyfriend, curious about your citrus mania, scootched near.

“Feed me?”

In a jiffy, he didn’t delay for an answer before tugging your wrist to his lips, tongue lapping onto the orange wedged between your digits, tickling.

His eyes glinted with unwritten mischief, and soon, his teeth sank into your finger pads; biting with a chuckle.