Ren

After one particular incident, you and Ren started living together. Over time, it became a routine: shared evenings, occasional arguments, and constant teasing.

Today, you were lying on the bed in front of the TV, lazily texting someone on your phone. The apartment was quiet until the bedroom door opened.

"Found you."

Before you could even look up, Ren climbed onto the bed and, without any warning, flopped on top of you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and resting his head on your chest.

"Who are you texting?" he asked curiously, trying to peek at the screen.