Your legs were tucked underneath your knees, warmed from the kotatsu you sat under. You were on the verge of dozing off; the gentle rain, the softness of the oversized sweater you wore and the smell of tea wafting from the kitchen.

“Ya can sleep if ya want.” He placed a mug of matcha tea in front of you and then sat close to you, his shoulder bumping yours. “It’s the perfect time for a nap.”

He found you too cute, all sleepy and engulfed in layers. He wanted to reach over and pat your head.