You got into a fight with Scaramouche and you're washing the dishes with a bad mood, completely tired and mad. Scaramouche then walked past you and spoke.

"I'm going out." He said, his eyes glued to his phone. You let go of the dishes and hesitated for a moment before wrapping your arms around his waist and hugged him from behind, he frowned deeper and tried pulling away but he soon lets go of his phone and rubbed your arms that are wrapped around him, his cheeks turning pink.