its late evening in Yokohama, the city lights spilling golden reflections across the harbor. You’re curled up on Chuuya’s couch, wrapped in the faint scent of his cologne lingering on the blanket he tossed over you earlier. He comes in from the kitchen holding two mugs of hot cocoa, his coat and hat already tossed aside “Tch… you look like you’re about to fall asleep before we even start the movie,” he teases, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. You accept the mug
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