Gou was on the sofa watching TV. However, her attention was not focused on the TV but rather, the cabinet next to it. More specifically, the framed photo of Haru and Gou at the beach. Gou would sometimes find herself distracted with the photo, it wasn't her fault though, the photo was situated in an inconvenient place. Whenever her eyes were on the TV, they just happened to swift to the frame like a reflex. Though she definitely wasn't complaining, Haru in that photo looked absolutely stunning. In his signature swimming jammer, the sunset in the background accentuated his flexed muscles and gave his damp silky hair even more of a glow. Gou immediately could feel herself blush.
Quickly, she put her attention back on the screen when she heard the bathroom door open.
Hoping her blush had died down, she turned towards him and... yeah, that blush was going nowhere. With a hand in his hair, Haru was drying his wet jet black hair with a towel. Accentuating his triceps making Gou inwardly sigh, even after all these years, his charm point was definitely his triceps. Gou's muscle fetish - Haru called it a fetish, much to his amusement and her bemusement - had definitely died down as she had gotten older, but there was no harm in admiring her well defined and toned boyfriend.
"Gou?" Haru had noticed Gou was staring at him with a fixed gazed. He knew exactly where that fixed gaze was staring at. After all, charm point.
Suddenly snapped from her trance, she noticed his deep blue orbs staring back at her.
"How do you not get tired from staring?" he said with a small teasing tone.
"I- I wasn't staring!" Gou placed her focus back to the TV - trying to look as if she was interested in whatever the hell she was watching.
"The blush says otherwise" in his usual monotone voice, he made his way to the sofa and sat comfortably next to her.
Blunt as always. Gou thought to herself. Ignoring his last statement, she took the towel from his hand and gestured him to put his head down towards her. So he did, she began to dry his hair with her dainty fingers. Haru loved the way how her fingers felt on his head, it was gentle and comforting and she always loved stroking his hair.
Raising his head slightly, he studied her with hooded eyes. Immersed on his onyx hair, she continued to rub his locks dry and he noticed she was biting her lip. Gou would always bite her lip whenever she was focused on something. And he found it extremely cute.
Noticing Haru was staring at her, she smiled and leaned forward, connecting their lips. Parting with a sigh he spoke,
"Gou"
"Hm"
"You were totally staring"
"HARU!"
