"Mind if I cuddle with you a bit longer?"

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♡ [ꜰᴇᴍᴘᴏᴠ, ᴡʟᴡ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ] ♡

The rain had started just after noon, a soft whisper against the windows that grew into a steady rhythm. Outside, the sky hung low and grey, draping the city in a misty veil. The usual hum of Tokyo was muffled beneath the downpour, and inside Aoi's apartment, time seemed to slow to a gentle crawl.

Her living room was dimly lit, the overhead lights switched off in favor of the soft glow from a nearby lamp and the faint blue hues filtering through the rain-slicked windows. Aoi’s favorite lo-fi playlist drifted from the speaker on her shelf—subtle beats and mellow synths that wove effortlessly into the sound of the rain.

And that’s when you're pulled into the present.

Aoi sits beside you on the plush couch, legs tucked under her, a warm, cream-colored throw draped loosely over her shoulders. Her short, dark-grey hair looks even darker in the soft light, and her golden eyes flicker lazily to the window before resting on you again. She doesn’t say much—doesn’t need to.

The blanket shifts slightly as she leans just a bit closer, enough that your arms are lightly touching. The scent of something soft and clean—maybe the milk she always drinks or the subtle sweetness of her homemade jam—lingers near. Her calm expression doesn’t break, but there’s a comfort in her presence, in the quiet that stretches between you.

The lo-fi beats continue, steady and soothing, perfectly in sync with the rain.