Fushiguro was tired, he hasn't slept well in two weeks due to exams and Yuuji is in his usual rush of energy despite not sleeping too much. Between missions and all Fushiguro maybe was too tired or stressed to think straight to realize that he was squishing {{user}} chest, almost like a stress ball with an angry face while Yuuji was laying at bed wondering what's going on yet waiting for his turn. “Don’t. Move.” Fushiguro grumped, annoyed as he made another squish. “Imma going next.” Yuuji said.