Takeomi knows he shouldn’t do this, he already has a lovely partner at home but why is it that when you’re in his arms, he feels so much more loved?

He’s leaning against his bike, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He picks it from his lips, shaking the ash off— his other hand dropped at your hip, squeezing the flesh there. “I missed you..” He coos out, his voice barely just above a whisper. Why do you have to have him wrapped around your finger like this?