Dinner Party?
Y/n didn’t bother checking the time anymore. There wasn’t a point. After two years, he knew Asa well enough to predict exactly how this would go. He was waiting for her at the cafe since she said she can make her own way and he can come here straight after work.
You see Y/n had planned a small date at a nice cafe they know and after work he had spare clothes he had prepared before going to work and just changed in his car. She messaged that she was on her way. I checked her location 5 minutes later…It was still at the apartment. But still he thought "We will be on time.” He was wrong.
A couple minutes later he did see that she had left the apartment.
(So all good. Right?............Anyways.)
She wouldn’t be late, not really. Just a few minutes behind schedule, just enough to make an entrance feel intentional.
And right on cue, he saw her. She walked toward him like she had nowhere else to be, her pace unhurried, her expression calm. But he noticed the small things, the way she smoothed her sleeve once, the way her eyes flicked toward him before she fully looked.
“You’ve been waiting long?” she asked, stopping just in front of him.
“Not really,” he said. “Just long enough to figure out you changed outfits at least twice.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s an assumption.”
“It’s an educated guess.”
“…And?” she asked, tilting her head.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at her properly, taking his time, like he always did, like he knew she’d pretend not to care but notice anyway. “And it paid off.”
A quiet hum escaped her. “Good.” There it was, that small, satisfied look she always got when she felt seen without having to ask for it.
“You weren’t nervous, were you?” he added lightly.
She scoffed. “We’ve been dating for two years.”
“Doesn’t mean you don’t try.”
“…I always try,” she said, softer this time.
“I know.” That lingered for a second, not awkward, not heavy. Just something unspoken, something comfortable.
Then she turned, pushing open the café door. “Come on. I’m thirsty.”
Inside, the café felt warm and steady, filled with quiet conversations and the low hum of background music. It was the kind of place they’d been to a dozen times before, and that familiarity made everything easier.
They slid into a booth without needing to decide who sat where. It just happened. Asa leaned forward slightly, her elbow resting on the table, chin in her hand. “You’re staring again.”
“I never stopped.”
“You used to at least pretend to be subtle.”
“I gave that up.”
“When?”
“When I realized you noticed either way.”
She paused. “…I don’t mind it,” she said, choosing her words carefully.
“That’s not what you said.”
“That's what I meant.”
“Sure.” She rolled her eyes, but there was a faint smile tugging at her lips. “You’re getting too comfortable,” she said.
“I’ve been comfortable.”
“Too comfortable.”
“You haven’t left yet.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, but didn’t argue. “…You’re lucky,” she said instead.
“I know.” When their drinks arrived, conversation drifted naturally.
They talked about small things, things that didn’t really matter but felt important in the moment.
A University class Asa had been annoyed with.
Something Y/n had found funny earlier in the day.
A random memory that spiraled into another.
At one point, Asa reached across the table without warning and adjusted his sleeve. “You didn’t fix this properly,” she muttered.
He hummed “I noticed.”
“Then why didn’t you fix it?”
“I knew you would.”
She froze for a second, then looked up at him. “…You did that on purpose.” She just looked at me, “You’re a grown man.”
He shrugged “Maybe.”
“That’s manipulative.”
“You fixed it, didn’t you?”
She let go with a quiet huff, leaning back again. “You’re annoying.”
“You’ve said that.”
“I’ll keep saying it.” She argued back.
“I’ll keep earning it.” His phone buzzed against the table. He didn’t even need to check the name to know who it was. Still, he picked it up.
Rora
Dinner at ours tonight? You two free?
Asa leaned over instantly, reading it upside down without asking. “We’re going,” she said.
“I figured.”
“You didn’t even ask.”
“I didn’t need to.”
She sat back, crossing her arms slightly but she nodded once. “Correct.”
He typed out a quick reply. Asa watched him for a second, then leaned forward again. “You’re not distracted enough,” she said.
“I’m replying to a message.”
“You should still be distracted.”
He looked up at her, a small smile forming. “Oh yeah. With what.”
“You should be distracted with how good I look.” She then started posing with her hands on her face
“You’re trying harder today.” he replied to her with a bright smile on his face.
“Am I?”
“Yeah.”
“And?”
“And I noticed.” That was enough.
She leaned back again, pretending to look unimpressed, but her fingers tapped lightly against the table, betraying her. “…Good,” she muttered.
He kept the smile on his face as he went back to his phone to reply to Rora’s message.
Yeah we can come.
Great.
See you two later
Some time after they got back to the apartment, they relaxed for a while before they had to get ready to go to Rora’s apartment. Y/n was ready fairly quickly and was now waiting for Asa at the front door.
Asa walked straight toward the mirror that was close to the front door, like it was instinct. “Do I look the same?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“That’s not helpful.”
“You look good.”
“That’s also not helpful.” She said while fixing her hair.
Y/n leaned against the wall, watching her adjust something that didn’t need adjusting. “You want something specific?”
She looked at him through the mirror. “…Yes.”
He pushed off the wall and walked toward her, stopping just behind her reflection and putting his hands on her waist. “You look amazing,” he said.
Her eyes flicked up to meet him in the mirror again. “…You always say that.”
“Because it’s always true.”
“…You could at least change the wording.”
“I don’t need to.”
That got her. She looked away slightly, focusing on fixing her sleeve again. “…You’re consistent.”
That smile came back “I try.” He guided her hair to the side and gave her a kiss on her neck, kissing up to her face. He placed his hand on her chin and guided her head up and he kissed her passionately.
She turned in his arms and circled her arms around his neck as they continued making out. “Do we have time?” she asked
He checked his watch. “Very little.”
“I think that's plenty of time” she replied and leaned back in.
A soft, insistent meow interrupted them. Their cat padded into the room, looking between them expectantly.
“Oh, you cock block.” Asa said quietly, crouching down immediately. “Hi.” The cat ignored her completely and walked straight to Y/n. “…Wow,” Asa said flatly.
Y/n crouched, grabbing the food. “I’m the favourite.”
“You feed them.”
“That’s part of it.” He poured the food into the bowl, and the cat immediately started eating.
“No hesitation,” Asa muttered. “Two years and this is what we get.”
“We’ve been replaced for a while.”
She stood, grabbing her bag. “Alright, fine. Let’s go.” At the door, she paused, glancing back. “Bye.”
“We’ll be back,” Y/n added.
The cat didn’t react. “…Unbelievable,” Asa muttered, closing the door behind them.
Asa adjusted the strap of her bag as they walked. “He didn’t even look up.”
“He was eating.”
“He’s looked up before.”
“Not for you.”
“…That’s mean.”
“It’s accurate.”
She shot him a look, but it didn’t stick. It never really did. Not when there was nothing behind it. They reached the elevator. He pressed the button. They waited. “…You think they’d notice if we didn’t come back?” she asked.
“The cat?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“…Not even a little?”
“They’d notice when the food stops.”
“That’s awful.”
“That’s realistic.” The elevator dinged.
The doors slid open. They stepped inside, and for a moment, it was quiet again, just the low mechanical hum as the doors closed behind them.
Asa leaned back against the wall, exhaling softly. “We should get a second cat.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“They’ll team up against us.”
“He already has.”
“That’s different. That’s one-on-one betrayal.” She huffed a quiet laugh, looking down at her shoes. “…I still can’t believe they walked past me like that.”
“You took it personally.”
She turned to face him. “I did take it personally.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“I raised them too.”
“You watched me raise them.”
She paused for a second “I was there.”
“You supervised.”
“That counts.”
Y/n shrugged “Does it though.” She was about to respond but decided against it.
The elevator slowed. Another soft ding. The doors opened to the lobby. They stepped out together, the air shifting again, cooler, a little sharper. Someone passed by them on the way in, keys jingling, not paying them any attention.
Asa adjusted her sleeve again. Same side. Y/n noticed. Of course he did. “You’re doing it again.”
“I know.”
“You don’t need to.”
“I know that too.”
“…Then why?”
She didn’t answer right away. Just kept walking toward the door. “…Because I can,” she said finally.
He glanced at her, then nodded once. “Fair enough.”
They pushed through the front doors and out into the evening. The city noise hit them properly this time, cars, distant voices, the wind slipping between buildings.
Asa paused on the sidewalk, looking ahead like she was bracing for something, even if there wasn’t anything there yet. “…Still look the same?” she asked, quieter this time.
Y/n didn’t hesitate. “You look amazing.”
She exhaled, just barely. “…You didn’t change the wording.”
“I told you I wouldn’t.”
“…Yeah.” A small pause. “…Good,” she said.
The drive was calm, the city quieter now. Asa leaned back in her seat, watching the passing lights. “You’re driving slower,” she said.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“You say that every time.”
“Because it’s always true.”
He glanced at her briefly. “You just like complaining.”
“I like being right.”
“Debatable.”
She smirked faintly, satisfied with that. A soft silence followed, filled only by the steady hum of the engine and the rhythm of passing streetlights spilling into the car, then disappearing just as quickly.
Asa shifted slightly, adjusting her seat without really needing to. Her fingers brushed over the strap of her bag, then settled in her lap. “…You didn’t have to wait for me upstairs,” she said after a moment.
“I wasn’t waiting,” he replied.
She turned her head just enough to look at him. “You were standing by the door.”
“I was ready.”
“You were waiting.”
He exhaled lightly through his nose, almost amused. “Is there a difference to you?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“…One sounds more intentional.”
He considered that for a second, eyes still on the road. “It was intentional.”
That made her pause. She looked back out the window, but the reflection gave her away, the small shift in her expression, the way her lips pressed together just slightly. “…Okay,” she said quietly.
The car slowed as he approached a turn, the indicator clicking softly in the otherwise quiet space. “You checked the door twice,” he added.
Her eyes flicked back to him. “No I didn’t.”
“You did.”
“I checked it once.”
“You locked it, walked away, then went back.”
“That’s still once.”
“That’s twice.”
“It’s one action.”
“It’s two attempts. There is quite literally a term for it. Double checking.”
She narrowed her eyes a little. “That means nothing to me.”
“You overthink simple things.”
“That wasn’t overthinking.”
“You literally went back to stare at the handle.”
“I was making sure.”
“You pulled it three times.”
“…Okay, that part was unnecessary,” she admitted, almost under her breath.
He smiled slightly, just enough for it to be heard in his voice. “Thought so.”
She shifted again, this time turning a bit more toward him, resting her arm against the center console. “You didn’t say anything though.”
“You looked like you needed to do it.”
“I didn’t need to do it.”
“You would’ve kept thinking about it if you didn’t.”
She hesitated. “...Still am thinking about it,” she said.
He shrugged lightly. “We can’t win it all.”
Another quiet stretch followed, softer this time. “You’re still driving slow,” she muttered.
He let out a quiet laugh. “I’m going the speed limit.”
“You don’t usually care about that.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is.”
He glanced at her again, a little longer this time. “You remember things too well.”
“Only the important ones.”
“Like how I drive?”
“Like how you act when you’re trying to be careful.”
That made him pause for just a second. “I’m always careful,” he said.
She shook her head slightly. “No, you’re not.” The car passed under a row of lights, the glow catching briefly in her eyes before fading again. “You are right now,” she added.
He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he turned onto a quieter street, the noise of the city dropping away until it was just them and the road ahead. “…You think too much,” he said finally.
“And you don’t think enough.”
“That balances us out.”
“Does it?”
He glanced at her again, softer this time. “We’ve made it two years.”
She held his gaze for a second, then looked away first. “…That’s not because of your driving,” she said.
“Could be.”
“It’s not.”
He smiled faintly. “Debatable.”
She huffed quietly, but there was no real argument behind it. Another pause settled in, but this one felt different, quieter, steadier.
Asa leaned her head back again, watching the lights pass overhead instead of beside them now. “…You really didn’t change the wording,” she said after a moment.
He didn’t need to ask what she meant. “Didn’t need to.”
She let out a small breath, almost a laugh. “…You’re annoying.”
“You’ve said that.”
“I’ll keep saying it.”
“I’ll keep earning it.”
That got the smallest smile out of her again, barely there but real. She turned her head slightly toward him, studying him for a second like she was about to say something else. But didn’t. Instead, she leaned back into her seat again, settling in. “…You’re still driving slow,” she repeated, quieter this time.
He shook his head, but there was a smile in it. “Unbelievable.”
“And I’m right.”
“Debatable.”
She didn’t argue this time. Just let the corner of her mouth lift slightly as the car kept moving, steady and unhurried, like neither of them were in any rush to get where they were going.
Rora opened the door before they knocked. “You’re late,” she said immediately.
“We’re always late,” Asa replied, stepping inside like she belonged there.
“That doesn’t make it better.”
“It makes it expected.”
Y/n stepped in behind her. “Hi.”
“At least one of you is polite,” Rora said.
From inside, Ahyeon appeared quickly. “Asa!” she said, pulling her into a hug. “It’s been forever.”
“It’s been a week.”
“That’s long.” Ahyeon turned to Y/n. “You’re still alive.”
“Barely.”
She gave a light pat on Y/n’s shoulder “Good.”
They moved into the living room, settling without thinking. Asa dropped onto the couch, tucking her legs under herself. Y/n sat beside her, their shoulders brushing naturally. Ahyeon noticed, but just smiled. “You two look exactly the same. Just like when you first got together,” she said.
“Obviously,” Asa replied.
“Was the date interesting?” Rora called from the kitchen.
“It was fine,” Asa said.
“It was good,” Y/n corrected.
Ahyeon nodded. “That sounds right.”
“What does that mean?” Asa asked.
“It means you downplay everything.”
“And he doesn’t,” Rora added.
“That’s not true.”
“It is,” Y/n said. She nudged his knee.
“You’re not helping.”
“I’m not trying to.”
He didn’t even try to hide the small smile tugging at his lips when she nudged him. Asa noticed, and immediately narrowed her eyes. “Why are you smiling?” she asked.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m really not.” Y/n said with a big smile on his face.
Ahyeon let out a quiet laugh, watching the two of them like she was watching something she’d already figured out five minutes ago.
Rora leaned against the corner of the couch, arms crossed, clearly entertained.
“This is exactly what I mean,” Ahyeon said.
“He says one honest thing and suddenly you’re defensive.”
“I’m not defensive,” Asa shot back, a little too quickly.
Y/n tilted his head. “You kind of are.”
She turned to him slowly, giving him a look that was meant to be intimidating, but the way her lips twitched betrayed her. “Do you want to go home early?”
He shrugged, completely unfazed. “Not really.”
Rora snorted. “He’s not scared of you at all.”
“That’s because she’s all talk,” Y/n said.
Asa gasped softly, like he’d just said something outrageous, and lightly shoved his shoulder. “You’re actually unbelievable.”
“And you’re predictable,” he replied, just as easily.
There was a beat of silence, then Ahyeon clapped her hands once, breaking it. “Okay, pause,” she said. “I need to ask something important.”
Both of them looked at her. She pointed between them. “Are you two always like this, or was today special? Cause you two haven’t acted like this since the day you first told us you were dating. And even then it wasn’t in front of us, it was when you thought we weren’t watching.”
Asa opened her mouth— “Always,” Y/n said at the exact same time.
She snapped her head toward him. “Hey-”
Ahyeon raised her brows, clearly satisfied. She turns to Rora “Yeah, that checks out.”
“It does,” Rora added.
“Honestly, it’s kind of exhausting to watch.”
“Then don’t watch,” Asa muttered, crossing her arms, though she leaned back into the couch without thinking, closer to Y/n than before. Neither of them commented on it.
Y/n glanced down briefly, noticing the way her shoulder settled against his again, like it had earlier. Natural. Unforced. Like it belonged there. He didn’t move away.
“…So,” Rora said, dragging the word out. “You’re saying the date was ‘good’?”
“It was,” Y/n said.
“It was fine,” Asa insisted.
Ahyeon smiled, tilting her head. “What made it good?”
Y/n hesitated for half a second, not because he didn’t have an answer, but because he knew saying it out loud would only make things worse for Asa. Which, honestly, made him want to say it more. “She laughed,” he said simply.
Asa blinked. “What?”
“She laughed,” he repeated, glancing at her. “A lot.”
Rora immediately looked at Asa. “You hate laughing on dates.”
“I do not hate laughing–”
“You literally said it’s embarrassing,” Ahyeon cut in.
“That’s different,” Asa argued, but her voice had lost some of its bite.
Y/n leaned back slightly, still watching her. “You didn’t seem embarrassed.”
She hesitated again, and that was enough.
“Oh my god,” Rora said. “You liked it.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Asa groaned, dropping her head back against the couch for a second. “You’re all annoying.” Y/n let out a quiet laugh under his breath. She turned her head just enough to look at him. “You’re the most annoying.”
“Yeah,” he said easily. “But I’m still right.”
There was a pause. Then, quietly, almost like she didn’t mean to say it, “…Maybe.”
Ahyeon’s smile softened at that, and even Rora didn’t tease her this time. Y/n didn’t say anything either. He just let his shoulder stay where it was, lightly pressed against hers, like it had been all evening, like neither of them were in a hurry to move away.
Rora and Ahyeon then went to the kitchen to finish setting up. When he saw they were out of view he grabbed her hand and interlocked them. “I like it when you laugh”
“Yeah?” She asked.
“Yeah, it proves to me you truly care.”
She turned to fully face him “You know I care about you”
“Yeah I know but I do also like hearing you say it.”
She turned her head to hide her blush. He noticed. He always did.
Dinner was warm, loud, and easy. Conversation flowed between stories and jokes, familiar rhythms settling in.
At one point, Asa nudged Y/n under the table. “You’re doing that thing again.”
“What thing?”
“That look.”
“You know why?”
“…Yeah.” She didn’t push further, just shook her head slightly, but her expression softened.
Across the table. “Same as always,” Ahyeon said quietly.
“Literally nothing’s changed,” Rora replied.
“We can hear you,” Asa said.
“Good,” Rora answered.
After some time talking No one noticed how Y/n's knee brushed Asa's under the heavy tablecloth, or the way her eyes sparkled with mischief as she sipped her drink. Y/n started innocently enough, his hand dropping to her knee during a lull in the conversation.
His fingers traced lazy patterns on her bare skin, exposed by her short dress that hugged her curves. Asa crossed her legs toward him, parting them just a fraction, inviting more.
He slid higher, palm flat against the soft inside of her thigh, squeezing gently. Heat radiated from her body, and she shifted, her pussy already tingling in anticipation.
Across the table, Rora launched into a tale about her boss's latest blunder, drawing roars of laughter.
Y/n took advantage, inching his fingers upward, brushing the hem of her panties. Asa gripped her fork tighter, spearing a potato as his fingertips grazed the damp lace covering her folds.
She was soaking through already, her clit throbbing under the pressure. Pretending to listen intently, she nodded at Ahyeon's comment on the wine, all while Y/n pressed harder, rubbing slow circles over her clit.
Not one to be outdone, Asa's hand slipped to Y/n's thigh. She felt the muscle tense under her touch, then trailed up to cup his bulge. His cock slowly hardened, pushing against his slacks. She squeezed the thick shaft, stroking its length through the fabric, feeling it pulse.
Y/n retaliated by slipping a finger under her panties, parting her slick pussy lips. He stroked her entrance, coating his digit in her juices before sliding it deep inside her tight channel.
The group passed the gravy boat, clinking silverware masking the faint wet sounds from under the table. Y/n pumped his finger slowly, curling it to hit her G-spot, while his thumb flicked her swollen clit.
Asa's pussy clenched around him, walls fluttering as she fought to keep her face neutral. She unzipped his fly with practiced stealth, fishing out his bare cock. It sprang free, hot and veined, precum glistening at the tip. Her fist wrapped around it, pumping firmly from base to head, twisting at the crown to spread the slick fluid. Minutes stretched into delicious torture.
Y/n added a second finger, stretching her pussy wider, thrusting faster now, his palm slapping lightly against her mound. Asa jerked him harder, her thumb pressing into the sensitive underside of his cockhead, edging him mercilessly.
She felt his balls tighten, but slowed just enough to deny him. He groaned softly, disguising it as a cough, and plunged deeper into her, scissoring his fingers to rub her inner walls.
Ahyeon asked about their recent trip, and Asa answered smoothly, “It was amazing. The beaches were perfect,” even as Y/n's fingers fucked her relentlessly, her arousal dripping down her thighs. Y/n's cock wept more precum, her hand slick with it as she milked him rhythmically.
Their eyes locked briefly, dark with lust, promising more.
Finally, Asa pulled her hand away, tucking his cock back just enough to zip up. Turning to Y/n with feigned concern, she said brightly, “Babe, something on my back is bothering me, It’s like an itch I can't reach. Can you check it out in the bathroom real quick?”
The table chuckled, Rora teasing, “Yeah, Y/n, go play doctor.” Y/n withdrew his fingers from her drenched pussy. He pretended to wipe his hands on his pants and brought his fingers to his mouth to suck her tangy essence off each one, then grabbed a napkin and wiped his hands. “Sure thing,” he replied casually, standing and adjusting his still-hard bulge.
They excused themselves amid good-natured ribbing, slipping down the hall to the guest bathroom.
The door locked with a soft click, and Asa set her phone timer “five minutes, no more.” Y/n didn't waste a second.
He grabbed her by the hips and turned her to face the mirror and lean on the sink. He hiked her dress to her waist, exposing her ass and the ruined panties clinging to her soaked pussy. Tearing the lace aside, he shoved his pants down, cock springing out rigid and demanding.
Asa bent over the sink, spreading her legs wide, ass arched high. He gripped her hips bruisingly and rammed his cock balls-deep into her in one savage thrust, her juices squirting around the invasion. “Fuck, your pussy's gripping me so tight.” Y/n grunted, pulling back only to slam in again, setting a brutal pace.
The sink rattled with each pound, her tits bouncing free from her dress top. Asa shoved back, meeting every thrust, her ass cheeks rippling from the impacts. 'We have to be quick. Pound me harder, fill me up before they notice,” she demanded breathlessly, reaching between her legs to rub her clit.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck, which he bit down on as he railed her. His free hand slapped her ass, leaving red prints, then dipped to pinch her clit. Asa's pussy spasmed, walls milking his pistoning cock as her orgasm built fast.
She came with a muffled scream into her arm, cunt gushing around him, soaking his balls and the floor. Timer at three minutes. Y/n flipped her around, lifting her onto the sink edge. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him back in.
He fucked her face-to-face now, cock plunging deep while their mouths crashed together in a sloppy kiss, tongues tangling, teeth nipping. Her nails raked his back under his shirt as he hammered her G-spot relentlessly. At four minutes, he buried himself to the hilt, cock swelling as he erupted.
Thick spurts of cum flooded her pussy, overflowing and trickling down. Asa clenched around him, drawing out every drop, her second climax rippling through her from the hot load. They separated gasping, cum oozing from her well-fucked hole. Asa pushed him back and snapped her panties back, trapping his seed inside, the fabric instantly sodden.
Quick wipes with a towel, hair tousled back into place, dresses and pants straightened. They emerged flushed but composed, rejoining the table to applause-like cheers. “Fixed?” Ahyeon asked, eyebrow raised.
“Totally, just a tag poking me,” Asa lied smoothly, sliding into her seat. Y/n's cum began its slow leak, soaking deeper into her panties, making her squirm with aftershocks.
Dessert arrived, cheesecake and coffee and conversation flowed. Asa crossed her legs, feeling the warm mess shift, her pussy still sensitive and pulsing.
Y/n's hand returned to her thigh innocently, thumb brushing where his fingers had been, reigniting sparks. Throughout the final course, she teased him back, her foot rubbing his leg under the table. Friends debated movies, oblivious to the fresh scent of sex clinging faintly to them or Asa's bitten lip stifling whimpers as cum dribbled out with every shift.
After dinner, they stayed longer than planned. She cleaned up a bit more after dinner. Music played softly. The lights dimmed slightly.
Asa leaned back into the couch, her shoulder resting against Y/n’s. His hand rested near hers, not quite holding, but close enough. Their fingers brushed once. Then again. Neither moved away.
Finally, plates cleared, they said goodbyes on the porch under string lights. Hugs all around, then Asa pulled Y/n close, whispering hotly in his ear as they walked to the car, “That was fun. We should do it again, but next time I'm going under the table.” She then walked ahead to her side of the car.
Y/n groaned out loud and leaned his head on the top of the car “You’re killing me you know that, Right?" She looked back with a smug smile before getting in the car.
The drive home was quiet. Asa leaned her head against the edge of the passenger car seat and was holding his hand. “I liked today,” she said.
“Me too.”
“…It was normal.”
“Yeah.”
“…I like that.”
He nodded slightly. “Me too.”
Back home, the apartment felt even quieter than before. Asa slipped off her shoes slowly, stretching. Y/n watched her for a moment. “You’re tired.”
“A little.”
He stepped closer, brushing her hair back gently. “You still look amazing.”
She exhaled softly. “…You say that every time.”
“And you still react every time.”
“…Not as much.”
“Still enough.”
She stepped closer, closing the space between them. Her forehead rested lightly against his. “You’re annoying.”
“You’ve known that for two years.”
“…Yeah.” A small pause. “…I still like it.”
He smiled slightly. “Good.”
This time, when he leaned in, she didn’t hesitate. And when she stayed, it felt exactly the same as always.
Comfortable. Familiar. Right.
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