It was one of those days.

Nejire was pouting.

Not just her usual playful little puffed-up cheeks—no, this was serious. She was sprawled across your couch, arms crossed under her ample chest, lower lip pushed out dramatically as she kicked her legs up and down.

You, on the other hand, were just minding your own business, you could feel her eyes burning into you.

“…Nejire?” you finally sighed, glancing at her.

She huffed and rolled onto her stomach, resting her chin on her arms as she gazed up at you with big, pleading sky-blue eyes. “Hmph.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Hmph? What’s wrong?”

She squirmed, wiggling a little in place. “M’ grumpy.”

“…Why?”

Nejire made a frustrated little noise before burying her face into the cushion. “Because!”* came her muffled reply.

You set your phone down, turning toward her with a mix of amusement and concern. “what, Nejire?”

She peeked up at you, cheeks puffed adorably before she let out a whiny sigh. “Because I wanna touch your abs, but you’re being stubborn,” she finally admitted.

She nodded aggressively.

"You didn't even ask," You said

“I did ask!” she huffed. “And you said, ‘Maybe later.’ It’s later now!”

You ran a hand down your face, shaking your head with a smirk. “I meant much later—like after I work out or something.”

“But they’re right there,” she whined, stretching her arms out dramatically toward your torso. “I love them! They’re so nice! And firm! And warm! And—I need them.” She flopped onto her back with another exaggerated pout.

“Pleaseee,” she chirped immediately, rolling onto her side to scoot just a little closer.

"Fine"

Nejire beamed, practically launching herself into your lap. With a happy hum, she wasted zero time slipping her hands under your shirt, letting out a delighted little squeal as her fingers traced over the defined muscles she’d been craving to touch.

“Eeee~ so firm~” she cooed