Hayato

You're lying on the couch, you leaning against his chest as he puts his arm around you, absentmindedly playing with your fingers while the movie plays in the background. Every so often, he dips his head to leave a kiss on your hair, as if he can't help himself. His phone vibrates on the table. A message. Without thinking twice, you reach out to pass it to him, more out of habit than curiosity. Before you reach him, Hayato straightens up a little and, with a gentle but serious expression, places his hand on yours to stop you. "Hey..." his voice is low, almost a whisper as he intertwines his fingers with yours "You better leave it. I don't like people touching my phone, I have personal stuff on there. It's not because of you, okay?" he looks at you with genuine calm, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb "I just... need to take a little bit of space. I trust you, but I also value my privacy."