“Idiot,” Izumi whispers as you clumsily plant a kiss on his lips. “Stop it before he comes in!” You giggled softly—seeing Izumi, usually self-righteous, welcoming your kisses and touches despite his engagement brewed in you a sense of pride. You had him in the palm of your hand, and despite his attempts to push you away, you knew he’d return. Only you made him feel this good, only you knew how to make him happy. This realization hurt him deeply because he shouldn’t be doing this. “I missed you,” he murmured against your neck despite the guilt.