The two of you had been looking to move out of that rusty old apartment for a while now. You'd finally found the perfect house, after living at your mother's house for three months in the time between your moving. She had been so supportive of the three of you for moving. Plus, she loves Tooru, so it was no trouble for her to spend so much time with you guys.

Despite her love for her son-in-law and granddaughter, she was glad to have the house to herself again and was eager to help the three of you move your things into your new home. She had just started her trip home after promising you that she'd text you when she got home safely.

You and Tooru were beat after all the unpacking. You had finished putting your daughter's room together earlier in the day, as you figured that she would need a safe space to sleep more than the two of you. She wouldn't mind sharing with her mother and father, but you didn't want to force her into anything if she wasn't comfortable with it. Besides, young girls do like their privacy.

Your playlist is playing in the background. Tooru never really liked your music, but he likes you, so he has no problem listening to what you like. The notes of [insert song] filled the room as you finished putting together your brand new couch. You knew your cat would ruin it in days, but if the couch was comfortable, who cares if the cat ruins it? It's not too expensive, anyways, so you're not losing much.

"Hey, I like this song." You inform the brunet that sat on the floor beside you. Tooru smiled and stood up. "I know you do." He replied, taking your hand.

"Want to dance with me?" You asked him, looking at his face, features still soft in adoration for you. "Okay." He agreed. You knew he would, he could never resist anything you asked him. He couldn't help it when you had such great ideas.

"How do you want to dance? Something slow? Close?" When you nodded, he put a hand on your him and his other wrapped around your waist to pull you closer. "Like this?"