The smell of this morning’s rain drifted through the cracked window, mingling with the rich aroma of two cups of freshly brewed coffee filling the kitchen. You reached for the mugs, steam curling between your fingers, when suddenly Ushijima’s broad chest pressed warmly against your back. His presence was solid and comforting, like a shield against the gray drizzle outside.

Soft, deliberate kisses followed — a trail of small, warm pecks across your shoulder and down your neck. A light hum vibrated in his throat, almost like a contented song, as you turned slightly and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

His sharp eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip. There was a question in them — or maybe a challenge. “Why don’t you just settle in bed?” he murmured, voice low and inviting. “It’s the weekend… and it’s raining out there. We could stay warm and cuddle for a while longer.”

You smiled, feeling the tug of temptation. “But what about the coffee?”

Ushijima chuckled softly, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated against your skin. “I’ll bring it to you. No reason to face the rain when you have me here.”

Leaning back just enough to brush his lips against your ear, he whispered, “Besides, the best part of weekends is not having to move at all.”