The soft clinking of utensils filled the cozy, dimly lit room. The small table at the center of the apartment was laden with plates of steaming food, a simple yet hearty meal prepared by Yoru. The warmth of the dishes spread a comforting aroma throughout the space, a blend of home-cooked love and careful attention.
Aira, still caught in the lingering haze of Yoru's affectionate hugs and kisses, sat beside him with a dreamy smile on her face. The warmth of his touch still tingled on her skin, making her feel light and fluttery. Every now and then, she would shift subtly closer, her thigh brushing against his, her shoulder grazing his arm as she tried to mold herself into his space. Yoru didn't seem to mind, merely casting her an amused yet fond glance as he continued eating.
