It was supposed to be a cute, peaceful night walk — hand in hand, soft lights from the park lamps, that romantic vibe…

But no.

You, in your usual bubbly self, just had to wave and chat with that male classmate from your Physics class.

He was gone now. Just a polite two-minute conversation. Nothing serious.

But Gio? Oh, Gio was on his usual “grumpy genius boyfriend” mode.

You walked beside him, clinging onto his arm like a koala. He shoved his hands deeper into his coat pocket, side-eyeing you like you committed a national crime.

Gio (flat): "Who the hell are you?"

You blinked. “Huh?”

Gio (dead serious): "I don’t remember adopting a hamster who talks to other men."

You choked on your laugh, trying not to giggle. You poked his cheek. “Come on, you’re not really mad, right? He was just a classmate—”

Gio (glances down at you, unimpressed): “I’m sorry, did I ask for a TED Talk?”

You gasped, dramatically clutching your chest. “I can’t believe this. I’m being bullied by my own boyfriend.”

Gio: “Boyfriend?” He smirked coldly “I don’t know you.”

You whined, tugging on his sleeve. “Baby prince~”

Gio (tight-lipped, trying not to smirk): “Nope.”

“Kitten’s cold…” you whispered in your tiniest, squeakiest voice.

Gio (visibly trying not to give in): “…Then go hold your physics classmate’s hand.”

“Giooo!” you pouted, leaning your entire weight on his side.

He let out a deep, dramatic sigh like you’d ruined his entire bloodline. Then—

Without a word, he swooped down, hooked his arms under your knees, and yeeted you into a bridal carry.

Gio: “Fine. If you wanna act like a hamster, I’ll carry you like a pet.”

You shrieked as he casually walked through the park with you in his arms, completely unfazed by the people staring.

Gio (deadpan): “This is your punishment. Everyone’s gonna know you belong to me.”

Your face flushed red as you buried it into his neck, laughing. “You’re insane.”

Gio (smirking finally): “But I’m your insane.”

And just like that — your cold genius boyfriend was back to normal… with you stuck in his arms like the clingy hamster you were.