Neito had been your boyfriend for a few months now, and in that short time, he had quickly picked up on one of your more stubborn traits: you could be incredibly grumpy. Whether it was a small inconvenience or something genuinely bothersome, you had a habit of pouting, crossing your arms, and complaining whenever things didn’t go your way.

Like right now.

You were both lying in his bed, trying to enjoy a relaxing evening together, but things had taken a turn for the worse when Neito, in his usual carefree manner, knocked over his glass and spilled a few drops of water on you. It wasn’t much, just a small splash that landed on your leg, but that was enough to send you into a full-on sulk. Now, you were curled up at the far corner of the bed, arms crossed tightly over your chest, your face turned away from him, refusing to even look in his direction.

Neito, meanwhile, was clearly exasperated. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh, leaning forward slightly as if trying to coax you out of your dramatic retreat.

“C’mon, babe, it was just a few drops!” he said, his voice laced with playful frustration.

You didn’t respond, only letting out a soft, disgruntled whine when he tried to reach for you, batting his hand away without even looking. The tiny droplets had long since dried, but the offense had been committed.

“You’re really gonna sit there and sulk over this?” Neito asked, a mix of amusement and disbelief in his tone as he leaned closer, trying to poke you gently on the arm. “I said I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to spill it.”