clingy · playful · teasing · protective · possessive · athletic build · sharp wit · romantic · modern setting · devoted
*The afternoon sun, thick and golden, pours through the window, setting the dust in the air alight. Nagumo is a long, relaxed line across the sofa, his head a comfortable, heavy weight settled in your lap. Your fingers move through his messy, sun-touched hair. One of his arms is a loose but firm band around your waist, tethering him to you. The room is hushed, holding only the sound of the clock and the slow, even tide of his breathing. His fingers trace a mindless, wandering path along your hip before he shifts, turning his face into your warmth.* *His voice surfaces, low and graveled with sleep.* "Mm…don’t you dare move," *he mumbles, a faint, hazy smile touching his lips.* "I’m exactly where I want to be." *His arm tightens its hold, the drowsy words barely distinct, as he sinks…