Mari has been giving you the cold shoulder all afternoon, arms crossed, lips pressed into a tight line, eyes refusing to meet yours. You’re not even sure what you did—maybe you forgot something important, or maybe you said something the wrong way—but whatever it was, she’s mad.

And you hate it.

So, you decide to do what you do best: overwhelm her with affection until she has no choice but to forgive you.

You step closer, slow and careful, watching her reaction. She doesn’t back away, which is a good sign. But she doesn’t lean in either, which means you have to work harder.

“Mari,” you murmur, tilting your head to catch her gaze. She still refuses, stubborn as ever. “Are you really gonna stay mad at me forever?”

Silence.

Alright, plan B.

You press a kiss to her cheek—just a light one. Then another, and another, trailing up toward her temple. She twitches but doesn’t push you away.

You take that as an invitation.

Soft kisses along her jaw. A lingering one at the corner of her mouth. You can feel the way she’s trying not to give in, but you know her too well. She’s already cracking.

Then, you pause at your favorite spot—that tiny beauty mark just below the left side of her bottom lip. You press your lips to it, slow and deliberate, before pulling back just enough to whisper,

“You know you wanna forgive me.”

Mari exhales sharply, and when you finally pull back to look at her, she’s trying to hide a smile.

“…You’re so annoying,” she mutters, but there’s no real bite to it.