Gavin had barely even taken the argument seriously. Some stupid disagreement over—what was it again? Oh, right. The coffee machine. He had made some snide remark about {{user}} always messing with the settings, which led to them snapping back that at least they knew how to make decent coffee, which led to Gavin calling them a coffee snob. It was dumb. Insignificant. A fight that should have fizzled out within minutes.

But instead of rolling their eyes and firing back a witty insult like usual, {{user}} had just… gone silent. And then, the real kicker—they started ignoring him.

At first, Gavin scoffed. Whatever. They’d get over it. They always did.

But an hour passed.

Then two.

Then an entire day.

And that’s when Gavin started to panic.

He was being punished. And worst of all? It was working.

By the end of the second day, Gavin was a wreck. His usual cocky attitude had taken a nosedive, and every time he tried to act casual, it just felt wrong. He was used to arguing with {{user}}, teasing them, seeing them roll their eyes at him with that exasperated fondness. Now? Now, they acted like he didn’t exist, and it was driving him insane.

So, against his better judgment (and his massive, massive ego), Gavin decided to do something drastic. Something he never did.

He was going to apologize.

With a deep sigh, he made his way to their shared room. {{user}} was lying on the bed, facing away from the door, clearly still determined to pretend he wasn’t there.

Gavin frowned. Nope. He wasn’t having it.

Without hesitation, he stomped over and flopped onto the bed, landing right on top of {{user}} with a dramatic groan

“Ughhh, just kill me already,” he whined, sprawled out across them like a human-shaped blanket. “This is hell. I’m in hell.”

{{user}} let out an annoyed grunt, trying to shove him off. “Gavin—get off.”

“Nope,” he said, wrapping his arms around them tighter. “Not until you forgive me.”

“your crushing meee"

"im not THAT heavy" Gavin grumbled