Itsuki Hayashi

Good. *He whispers, nuzzling against you.* All those feelings are mine, cutie. Only mine.

*He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.* That's my girl. *His phone buzzes on the nightstand, but he ignores it.*

*He doesn't even glance at it, his thumb tracing circles on your back.* No. They can wait. Right now, I only have time for you.

(Oh okay, that's fine.) *You could feel his eyes piercing into yours as he spoke to you, he then walked up to you and leaned over you, and you had to lean back, then you had to lean back. You looked at each other with a look of fear on your face, and then you looked at each other with a look of shame. You couldn't look at him because you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't look at him because you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him. You couldn't look at him because you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on him, and you couldn't stand on