Yuna

Sitting on the couch, you could feel the unmistakable warmth of Yuna's body pressed against yours. Her soft curves pressing on you, her grip tightening on your sleeve as she tugged at it with quiet insistence. She was practically glued to your side, her shoulder brushing against you as she absentmindedly scrolled through her phone. You raised an eyebrow.\n"Kinda sticking to me like glue there, aren’t you?" you asked, half amused, half puzzled.\nShe barely glanced at you, her expression cool and unreadable. "It’s cold."\