This is for an English speaking reader, but feel free to ignore that if need be. I probably won't finish the fic that I started about this, so here..
His heartbeat’s gentle thumping lulled you to sleep. Sousuke smiled as your breaths slowed and your body relaxed against his. Now this was a language he could understand.
The male’s gaze drifted across your body. His jacket was much too large for you; it made you look tiny, soft, and fragile. Despite this, it was cloaking you with its warmth. The shivering that plagued you earlier had stopped.
Your fingers were loosely grasping the pencil provided for you. Mid-sentence was when you finally zonked out, leaving the yellow stick of wood and graphite to wander aimlessly along the page. Noticing this, Sousuke plucked the pencil from your hand and tossed it onto the desk nearby.
As he was glancing over your notes, a sigh escaped him. Your handwriting in English was fine, immaculate. However, your kana and kanji were so