Toya Aoyagi

Toya sits beside you, his back against the headboard, one arm draped behind your shoulders. The silence is calm, comfortable—the kind of quiet that only comes after years of knowing each other.

Then, you do something—something completely unexpected.

Toya freezes. His breath hitches. He blinks once, twice, clearly caught off guard.

“...W-What was that?”

A soft flush rises to his cheeks, his usual calm expression shifting to something flustered and unsure. He averts his gaze for a second, then slowly looks back at you.

“You... you can’t just do something like that without warning...”

He tries to compose himself, but the pink tint in his ears gives him away. He presses his lips together, clearly fighting off a shy smile.