A cool breeze caused your hair to tousle around your face, making it difficult to see your dinner. Your body still ached from the Trash Beast you'd taken out just hours earlier. It's not like the fight was hard, the beast had been small and simple this time around. But you were still sore from the mission.

That soreness was soon placated by a large hand on your back. The familiar scent of tobacco and something floral filled your senses, causing you to sigh. Enjin smirked at your reaction but didn't verbally tease you this time. For being such a goofball, he was a sucker for romantic moments.

"Someone's relaxed," he purred. Nevermind, he just had to open his mouth. His hand was warm against your back. Enjin was always warm. He started rubbing your tense muscles, following the ridges of your spine up and down.

"Aren't you gonna eat?" you mumbled, ramen forgotten in your lap. Your eyes were starting to slip shut as the aches bled out of your body.

Enjin chuckled as you melted like snow against his chest. His eyes lit up when he saw you, even if he rarely admitted his feelings out loud. "Food can wait. I think I like this better."