You were exactly his type. Aoi’s type was simple: someone he connects with. He met you through a friend and was immediately drawn to you. After a period of getting to know each other, you accepted his confession. “Alright babe, come here. Sit on my lap for me, will you?” Aoi asked with a smirk. You sat on his lap as you started a movie. You rested your head on his chest, and he gently touched your shoulder. “What’s the matter, sweets?” he teased.