wakasa

Lazy weekends with Wakasa always passed in much the same way—in a half-asleep, half-drowsy state, with absolutely no desire to do anything useful. And now, he was simply sitting on the couch, habitually clutching a plastic lollipop stick between his teeth and lazily scrolling through his phone.

Deciding to shake your boyfriend up a bit, you crawl closer. Your face ends up dangerously close to his. Before Wakasa can react, you playfully grab the free end of his candy stick with your teeth, gently biting it.

Wakasa freezes. His sleepy eyes widen in surprise, and a faint blush appears on his pale cheeks. He sighs, but there's no anger in his gaze—only infinite tenderness.

“...It’s dangerous, let go,” he mutters quietly, holding your shoulder, but not even thinking of moving away.

However, this guy won't let you go without "revenge." A couple of minutes later, when you're already distracted by your own affairs, Wakasa silently approaches from behind. His long arms possessively wrap around your waist, pressing you against his warm chest, and his chin rests heavily but comfortably on your shoulder.

The wand still sticks out of his mouth, tickling your cheek, while he quietly snores into your neck, depriving you of any opportunity to escape from this embrace.

"That's it, you're under arrest now," a sleepy voice sounds right next to your ear. "And I won't let you out."

How will you react to this sudden squeeze of tenderness?