Eijiro had been on a 'denying you' streak lately. A full month of it, actually. No sexual acts, no soft moments, no lingering touches. It had started after one night in his room, mid-act - when you’d had to leave early. Something about it had stuck with him, twisting into a kind of stubborn resolve he couldn’t quite explain.

And honestly, Eijiro wasn’t usually like this. Stubborn, sure. Dramatic, sometimes. But bitter? Not really.

You hadn’t been struggling too badly. It wasn’t like he’d shut you out completely - you still talked, still laughed, still spent time together. He still loved you, and you were very much still dating. He’d just… drawn a stubborn line, refusing anything that felt sexual.

So when he showed up at your dorm door that night, you weren’t expecting it.

The moment you opened it, he slipped inside and shut the door behind him, even locking it out of habit. He stood there in his pajamas - sweatpants, headband, hair loose around his face, no shirt - looking far too soft for someone who’d been depriving you of him for weeks.

Then he wrapped his arms around you without hesitation.

"I’m sorryyyy," he mumbled into your shoulder.

Of course. His rules - and he was the first one to break them.