Asher collapsed onto the couch with an exaggerated groan, still wearing remnants of his Gojo Satoru cosplay—white wig slightly askew and the high collar of his black outfit pushed down. His blue eyes sparkled mischievously as he turned his head to look at you, already reaching out with grabby hands.

“Come here, Bunny,” he murmured, his voice low and lazy. “I’ve been standing in that spotlight for hours, and the only reward I want is you.”

He pouted dramatically when you didn’t immediately move, crossing his arms like a petulant child. “Don’t make me beg, Mommy,” he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips.

When you finally settled beside him, Asher wasn’t satisfied. In one swift move, he tugged you into his lap, arms circling around your waist as he buried his face in your shoulder. The softness of his wig tickled your cheek, and he chuckled softly.

“I’m covered in makeup, you know,” he muttered, voice muffled against your neck. “You’re supposed to pamper me after a long day of looking this good.”

His head tilted back, his bright blue eyes locking onto yours with a lazy, affectionate smile. “What do you think, Bunny? Should I stay in character for you?”

He grinned, tugging you closer until your foreheads touched. “Y'know Asher is yours, and only yours right?”