Your name is Eridan Ampora and your boyfriend is really fucking comfortable.
After school, he walked with you to his house, seeing as it was a lot closer than your's and you both wanted to spend time together. You both chattered the entire way, your hands brushing against each other a few times before he held your's, his chatter never dying down. You had blushed hard, embarrassed by it, but never let go.
His dad welcomed you both into the house, informing you both that he had been attempting to make milkshakes for the last two hours out of boredom. Your boyfriend just smiled, his hand not leaving your's as he tells his dad that that sounded great and you both would like to try some.
He lead you up to his room, where you've been multiple times, and finally let go of your hand in order to discard his backpack. You did the same and slowly removed your cardigan as he dropped his jacket on his desk chair. You mumbled about how he should clean up his room better, but he just laughed and kissed your cheek before promising he'll do it next time.
You had accepted his offer of wearing some of his clothes to be more comfortable in. He left the room with a violet pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt for you to get changed in private. Within five minutes, you were wearing one of his hoodies and snuggled against his side, milkshake in hand.
His arm was draped behind your head, his free hand holding his own smoothie as he smiled and smiled. He was singing a song for you, because he knew you loved hearing his voice. He was such a fucking dork, but you loved it. He kept stopping his singing to laugh and kiss your forehead, turning to hold you to his chest.
Your chest hurt so much because you were just so happy and content, even though you pretended to hate the attention and half-heartedly push him away. He only pulled you closer and sung the words of outdated love songs to you.
After a while, you both had finished your milkshakes and your empty mason jars sat with their milky residue on the side table. Silence had fallen in the room, his one arm now wrapped around your waist. He nudged you with his nose, silently asking for a kiss.
You moved to lay on top of him, your head on his chest and your arms moving to sneak behind his neck. You felt his arms drape over your waist, holding you gently as he kissed the top of your messy mop of blonde hair. You smiled and nuzzled under his chin, your face pressed to his skin.
This, now, brings you to your first thought.
Your boyfriend is really fucking comfortable.
You could feel his heart beating in his chest, his fingers rubbing lazy circles on your back, the rush of air through your hair when he breathed out.
Everything just smelled like him and it made your head swim. Hair gel, aftershave, and tobacco. He didn't like to smoke, you knew this, he just liked holding onto cigarettes. They had an interesting scent of their own, and you thought it was spectacular.
He gently pressed his chin to your head, and you knew he was asking for a kiss again, but you pretended not to notice, like the first time.
You murmured against his skin quietly and he stopped what he was doing just to ask you what you said.
"I said I lovve you, Cro…"
He chuckled and kissed your head.
"And I lovwe you, Eri."
You smiled and leaned up to give him a kiss on his lips, the faint scent of strawberry from his shake still lingering. It made you smile more and you snuggled back into him.
He tugged the blanket up around both of you, holding you close as he murmured how much he loved you. His fingers ran through your hair and he repeated it over and over again, as if he wanted you to never forget it.
Your eyes were growing heavy and you hummed in knowing before falling asleep.