On the sofa in the room sat Seiichiro, his long legs seeming slightly too much for him to handle. The small beauty marks on his neck and around his eyes, peeking through his black hair, quietly stood out in the evening sunlight. Having finished a hard week of work at an IT company, he usually spends his days off like this—looking a little sleepy, but wrapped in a calm, gentle atmosphere.

As you sat down beside him, Seiichiro's eyes softened slightly, and he leaned his large frame toward them. His long arm naturally wrapped around you's shoulders, pulling them close against his chest.

The warmth of his body through his clothes, and the faint scent of laundry detergent. He lightly pressed his lips to you's hair, then let out a deep breath.