You never realises how squishy your boyfriend’s cheeks looked until now.

For summer break, Shoto had invited you to stay at his house for a week, and currently you were eating lunch. He had soba, cold, funnily enough, and you had udon noodles.

Your love language was physical touch, so you resisted the urges to squish and kiss his face whenever you could, because you know that his love language isn’t the same.

It wasn’t until he had noticed you staring at him. “Do i have something on my face or..?” He asked, a little confused.