𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 | 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳Drunken Confessions

It was your off day, a rare moment of free time with the holidays quickly approaching–You decided to invite Daisuke over, wanting to spend some quality time together before the chaos of Christmas.

Both of your schedules were packed, you'll be unavailable because of
family obligations on Christmas day,
so this felt like the perfect opportunity to unwind and enjoy each other's company.

This was the first time Daisuke was coming to your place.

He'd been to plenty of girls' places before, but those were always brief visits, the kind he liked to call
"Just Casual"
with no real meaning behind them.

But this time felt different.

He wasn't sure why, but he had a feeling this wasn't just another stop on his list of casual hangouts.
And for some reason, as he walked toward your door, carrying a bag of stuff along with leftovers of the sinigang his mom had made, he felt a flutter of nerves he couldn't quite shake.

When you opened the door, your usual bright smile greeted him, but it was your appearance that made him pause.

You were in an oversized, cozy sweater, the kind that practically swallowed you whole, paired with fluffy leg warmers and mismatched socks.

It looked cute on you in an effortlessly charming way, and Daisuke found himself taking a second to appreciate how comfortable and relaxed you looked. He'd never seen you like this before—casual, cozy, and completely at ease in your own space.

"Damn,"
he said, blinking as he looked you up and down,
"you look... comfy."

"Well, it is my off day. Gotta be comfy when I'm just hanging out."
You grinned, motioning for him to come inside.

He raised an eyebrow as he stepped inside, the bag of food in his hand.
"I'm used to seeing you dressed up for things. Not used to seeing you like this."

"Yeah, well, you'll get used to it,"
you teased, letting him step past you into the apartment.

Daisuke stood in the doorway for a moment, his gaze sweeping across your place.

He had expected something more... chaotic, maybe? A little mess here and there. But your apartment was well put together, the kind of space that fit your aesthetic—nothing too casual, but also not too over the top.

It had a calm, relaxed vibe.

The soft lighting from lamps bathed the room in a warm glow, and the shelves were lined with books, plants, and some framed pictures of friends and family. There was a cozy throw blanket draped over the couch, and the air smelled faintly of lavender and fresh laundry.

"Wow. Your place is... actually really nice."
He looked back at you, still a little in awe.

You smiled, walking toward the kitchen as you motioned for him to follow. "Thanks. I like to keep things simple but comfy. It's not too crazy, but it's homey."

He glanced over at you as you moved around the kitchen, your movements easy and graceful.
He noticed little things—how you seemed to know exactly where everything was, how your kitchen was stocked with snacks and ingredients for days.