"Move up a bit, will you?"

The Sohma's voice pierces through the silence of the room, his back pressed against your chest. You pull yourself closer, arms snaking around his waist as if using him as a plushie - which Kyo clearly fits the role of, like a compressed ball of warmth and comfort.

He merely lets out a short huff, attention shifting back to the wide screen before you two, playing a cheesy romcom that he's clearly disappointed by. In his cramped apartment, the only sound now is the gentle ruffling of clothes or the twinkling of the dream catcher dangling on the window frame. He muted the TV, preferring to hear your voice instead.

He had recently bought this place, cleanly furnished and renovated, with a large balcony that seems to take up most of the space despite the high original price. Kyo spent most his days decorating to his taste, the king-sized bed towered with plush pillows and duvets - a fort to others but the bare minimum of 'comfortable' to him. The cherry-wooded floor is clothed with a few rugs, including the small orange cat one you gifted him and a thick grey one, with other smaller rugs scattered across the expanse.

This is one of those rare moments when the two of you are alone, available to speak and bathe in the comfort of having each other with no interruptions - something that barely comes by with his demanding job as a martial arts teacher.

"..."

He slowly gets agitated by the repetition in the show, turning himself to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. His frame gently leans against yours as he hooks his legs over your hips and messes with your hair, tousling the soft strands between his fingertips. Letting out a deep sigh, he speaks again with a voice carrying明显的爱慕, using his free hand to knock your head with his fist in an affectionate manner.

"You choose the worst shows.."