All this cuddling reminded me of
>be anon
>you're sprawled out on the couch, watching some anime
>work was tough today, don't want to do anything
>from the kitchen, the bells and dings of pots and plates come out as they're washed
>a small peace sign, straight from the hands of Gura as she does the dishes
>the sounds of dishwashing and anime blur together as you slowly doze off, and your couch seems to envelop you
>something's touching your nose
>it's fine, really fine, the kind of fine that teases your senses about whether or not it's really there
>you open your eyes to a messy mass of grey
>wearing a long t-shirt, Gura's pressed up next to you on the couch
>you wrap your arm around her and bring her closer
>as you pull, you can feel every inch of her back press against you
>with a little effort, you intertwine your legs with hers
>Gura moans a little in protest at being moved, but she doesn't wake up
>as you awake to a reality full of Gura, her warmth makes it harder and harder to fall asleep again
>while you lay and think, you become aware that in the distance, another heartbeat has joined the server
>you relax to the soft beat of that sweet metronome, and hold her just a little tighter
