Gyutaro huffed as you did his hair, crossing his arms. It’d taken forever for you to convince your roommate into a spa day, and now he couldn’t back out. Maybe because of your delight.

“I really don’t see how this isn’t a waste of time.”

He scowled, leaning his head backwards to look up at your face, as you were sitting behind him on the couch, raising an eyebrow.

“Can’t I just sleep the whole day? That’s what Saturdays are meant for.”

Gyutaro grumbled, fidgeting.