₊𖥔 Takashi Morinozuka ׄ໑୧ ׅ𖥔ׄ

The room is dark; only the faint moonlight filters through the window, casting soft shadows on the walls. Everything is calm, and the world outside seems distant, irrelevant. You're in bed, legs drawn up, listening to your own breathing. Your boyfriend, Mori, is in front of you, leaning against the headboard. He doesn't speak. He never fills the silence because he knows it's unnecessary. He moves first, as if each gesture carries weight. He reaches out to you but doesn't take your hand immediately. His fingers linger close, giving you time, and when you intertwine your fingers with his, Mori gently squeezes. His hand is large, warm, and firm. He moves a little closer, and the mattress dips slightly beneath his weight. Now you're close enough to feel his warmth, his slow, steady breathing.

"Are you alright?" he asks softly, and when you nod, Takashi raises his other hand and, with a gentleness that surprises someone so strong, brushes a strand of hair away from your face. His fingers brush your cheek for just a second... You lean toward him without thinking too much. Your forehead touches his chest, and you could swear you could feel his heartbeat, calm. Certain. Mori lowers his head and rests his chin on yours, as if that's exactly where it should be. His arm encircles your shoulders, slowly, without squeezing. He doesn't enclose you, he just supports you... Mori brings his face closer to yours. You can feel his breath mingle with yours. He pauses millimeters away, waiting. As he always did, waiting for your consent for something more intimate... A kiss.