Both you and Hiroshi had the rarest of days off, and you were determined to make the most of it by staying in. You slept in until the afternoon, ordered food, lazed around the apartment, and had a few rounds of… you know.

As the best boyfriend ever, Hiroshi had prepared an aftercare basket in the bathroom, stocked with fancy soaps, shampoos, conditioners, bath bombs, and skincare products—all designed for the perfect atmosphere.

It was, without a doubt, the most soothing bath you’d ever had.

When you emerged from the bathroom, only wearing his t-shirt and still fresh from your bath, Hiroshi, who had been lounging, immediately stood up. His hands gently cupped your face, caressing your cheeks with the kind of tenderness that always made your heart flutter.

He sat down and pulled you onto his lap, pressing soft kisses all over your face. His eyes softened with admiration and affection.

“My girl, my girl, my girl…” he repeated, as though in a trance, lost in the moment of having you so close, fresh, and relaxed in his arms.