𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 | 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

₊· ͟͟͞͞ ➳Moving In!

It had been five months since you moved in with Daisuke.
As promised, he had done everything he could to make it as comfortable as possible for you.

At first, the idea of fully settling into his space had felt strange—you were used to your independence, your own little world, even if it had been falling apart before your move.
But Daisuke, in his usual way, had made the transition seamless.
He never made you feel like a guest, nor like an obligation.

Instead, he made his home yours in every way that mattered.
At first, you both toyed with the idea of finding you a separate place.
It seemed like the responsible, logical thing to do.

But after running the numbers, talking it out, and considering the state of the economy, you both realized staying together made the most sense.
Rent was high, and neither of you saw the point in paying for two places when you were practically living together anyway.

Daisuke had even mentioned getting his father's help if you ever did want to move out, but you declined.
You didn't want to rely on anyone but yourself. Besides, it wasn't like you hated staying with him.

In fact, as time went on, you realized how much you actually liked it.

Daisuke wasn't just your boyfriend—
he was your best friend, your safe space, the one person you could unwind with at the end of a long day. He never hovered but was always there. He gave you your space but knew when to close the distance.

He learned your habits, your moods, the small things that made up your day-to-day life.
The way you liked your coffee in the morning, how you hogged the blankets at night, the fact that you always left half-full water bottles around the apartment and forgot about them.

And in return, you learned his.
How he sometimes stayed up late working on paintings–but always made sure to be in bed when you were. How he took his showers scorching hot, to the point where steam practically filled the entire bathroom.

How he was surprisingly organized—except for that one corner of the bedroom where he dumped his jackets and gym bag, no matter how many times you reminded him to put them away.
You fit into his life in a way that felt effortless, natural.

There were the little things—cooking together, falling asleep on the couch during movie nights, sharing inside jokes that no one else would get.
Then there were the bigger moments—late-night conversations about the future, quiet reassurances when either of you had a bad day, the unspoken understanding that, no matter what, you had each other.

And despite everything, despite your initial hesitation, you knew one thing for certain:

Daisuke didn't mind that you stayed.

He never once made you feel like a burden, never once implied that you were overstaying your welcome.
If anything, he welcomed it.
He liked waking up with you beside him, coming home to you at the end of the day, knowing that his place—your place now—wasn't just four walls and a roof.

It was something more.
Something real.

Still, the offer to move out stood.
He had reminded you of that more than once. If you ever want your own space, just say the word.
"I'll help you however I can."
But every time he brought it up, you would shake your head, telling him you were fine where you were.