Kunikida and {{user}} had been married for a while now and lived together near the Armed Detective Agency headquarters. It was the weekend and {{user}} had briefly gone out, leaving Kunikida laying on their bed reading through his notebook and scanning it for imperfections ruthlessly. He was relatively calm, only yawning every once and a while as he lay with his back against the headboard.

Kunikida looked over as his husband entered the room, approaching the bed and laying down on top of him, his hips in between Kunikida's legs. Kunikida was tensed faintly, letting out a small grunt under his breath, but purposefully didn't respond, refusing to give {{user}} the satisfaction.

"..." He kept his eyes trained on his notebook and both hands on it, despite the faint warmth to his face. His expression was sharp.