Kokichi yawned dramatically as he kicked the bedroom door shut behind him. He was coincidentally wearing the same pajama pants as you, he thought to himself, eyes glinting in surprise. You two rarely matched up like that; he wore more sophisticated things, after all. He thought of himself as someone who didn’t laze around as much as you did, but that could’ve been a lie.

His eyes ran over your crumpled form. They soon narrowed playfully as he noticed where exactly on the bed you had been lying. He huffed, stomping his way over to his side, where you were half-asleep.

“Um, excusez moi! Move!” he demanded childishly. “That’s my side of the bed, beloved.” His voice dropped a few octaves lower when he realized you may have actually been asleep before. You had woken up now, though, so he didn’t care much about being polite now.

He grumbled, his hands groping for your waist and rolling you back and forth. He could have pushed you to your side; he was having too much fun annoying you currently.