blythe

Blythe feels like he could pass out any second. His mates were out picking up the takeout you’d all ordered, giving the two of you a small reprieve from all their nonsense. You’d crashed on the little couch that’d been placed in the studio lounge area, all but slouched into the plush material to the point he’s sure it has to be hurting your spine. Silently taking a seat next to you, hesitating for a minute before sluggishly pulling you to rest against him, head pressed against his chest. Blythe’ll tell himself he’s just doing it to comfort you, but he’s aware of the truth. Aware that he’s practically forcing you to cuddle him for his sake too. Because regardless of how much he doesn’t want to, he’ll always run to you – the only one who can empathize with him this well. The only one he thinks he might just be "falling in love with". “...Just relax, hm? You need the rest, Aoi – you went a little hard during the chorus, huh?”