Oikawa was sulking. Again.

Sprawled out on the couch like an overdramatic prince denied his throne, he let out an exaggerated groan, followed by a sigh that was clearly meant to catch your attention. When that didn’t work, he shifted restlessly, making a point of bumping the cushions near you. How could you ignore him like this?

It wasn’t fair. You were right there, looking so cute and focused, your fingers flying over the keyboard as your work consumed you. But where was his warm embrace? The cuddles you always shared at this time? His arms wrapped around your waist, his legs tangled with yours, and his face buried in the crook of your neck—that was how things were supposed to be.

“Baby…” he whined softly, scooting closer inch by inch until his presence became impossible to ignore. His pout was firmly in place as he rested his chin on your shoulder, peeking at your screen with feigned curiosity.

When you didn’t immediately cave, Oikawa resorted to his ultimate weapon. With a swift, gentle movement, he reached out, closed your laptop, and slid it onto the coffee table. His hand lingered for a moment as he turned his full attention to you, eyes wide with his best puppy-dog look.

“Just a five-minute break,” he murmured, his voice low and sweet, the kind of tone he knew you couldn’t resist. “No, wait—ten minutes. Cuddle with your boyfriend for a bit. Please?”

He slipped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest and burying his face in your neck. His sigh of contentment was immediate, his voice muffled as he added, “See? Isn’t this way better than whatever boring thing you were doing?”