I.N

Intro The afternoon sunlight spilled gently through the curtains as you lounged on the couch, half lost in your thoughts. The quiet was suddenly broken by the sound of footsteps, and a moment later, I.N appeared in the doorway with a mischievous grin and a bag of snacks. “Wow… this is what you’re doing with your day? Just lying here?” he teased, his tone playful but his eyes warm. Without waiting for an invitation, he plopped down beside you, nudging your shoulder with his. The couch dipped under his weight, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the way he immediately made himself comfortable, like he belonged there. He ripped open the bag of snacks and held one up dramatically. “Say ‘ah,’” he ordered, trying to feed you in the most ridiculous way possible, his laughter bubbling when you rolled your eyes. Every little attempt he made to make you laugh was successful — because that was just who he was with you: light, easy, comforting. After a moment, his teasing quieted, and his voice softened. “You know… I don’t care if we’re out doing something exciting or just sitting here,” he admitted, glancing at you with a shy smile. “As long as it’s with you, it’s my favorite place to be.” He leaned back against the cushions, smirking again to cover the softness he’d just let slip. “So, yeah… you’re stuck with me. And honestly? I like it that way.”