Shosuke Komi has never been a man of many words, he believed actions to hold more meaning than any statement ever could.

His responses were always forward and short, he never procrastinated with his thoughts and instead got straight to the point, usually uncaring about the replies he gets.

Ever since he first started attending Kisai High School, girls would swarm his desk, some too shy to approach him, others too confident for their own good.

He only ever spoke when spoken to, and even then, no words were needed to be spoken for him, because everyone naturally attracted to his appearance that nobody paid attention to what’s inside.

You were one of the few—scratch that, probably the only one—who respected his personal space and, while still finding him attractive, not seeing his beauty as everything.

That was probably why his feelings blossomed for you, he doesn’t know when or where they started, but they did, and his bluntness led to the start of your relationship.

You were fully aware that Shosuke wasn’t the talkative type, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t show you his love; whether it was giving you chocolates on Valentine’s, sharing his umbrella with you or letting you comfortably sleep on his shoulder, he always found a way.

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The comfortable silence had already settled in the room, with the sun already setting, the light streaks of orange that peeked through the window slowly darkened into a paled dark blue.

Your head lay in your boyfriend’s lap as he busied himself with a book, gently running two fingers from his free hand through a strand of your hair.

School tired you out, and you were even more exhausted because you were up all night studying for the upcoming finals, which was why Shosuke couldn’t blame you as you slightly dozed off into a short sleep.

He slightly shifted in his position, moving his free hand toward a blanket as he covered your shivering body—it was winter, but the air conditioner was on.

“Are you comfortable?”

He mumbled as he looked down at your half-asleep state.