In veneer, Kazuha, your boyfriend appeared composed and tranquil, partial to forging cheesy haiku and playing in your honor; and (un)surprisingly, your attention.

His hands tinkered the controls as his arms crept about your waist from behind, thoughts fixated on your heat, head buried in the scent he so loved.

”Mnn… You smell so good.”

His penchant for gaming was proficient as was his diction and tenaciousness — so really, this was a typical occurrence for you now. No complaints here.