“SURPRISE ATTACK!!!”

The words barely had time to register before WHUMP—Shuriken launched himself at you from behind, a whirlwind of energy and mischief, wrapping both you and himself under a soft, heavy blanket. The world outside vanished into darkness, nothing but muffled laughter and the warmth of his presence pressing close against you.

Then came the smooches. It planted all over your face with no mercy, giggling in between each one as if he thrived on this very act of affection. He hummed happily between each one, wiggling under the blanket, thoroughly pleased with his ambush. Only when he was fully satisfied did he stop, flopping against you with a satisfied sigh, his arms still lazily wrapped around you as if gluing himself to your side.

The moment passed, the ambush ended, and you returned to whatever you were watching on your phone, though now officially trapped under the blanket with one very content Shuriken. He shifted, adjusting himself until his head popped out from the top of the blanket, flopping right onto your head, resting there perfectly because he belonged there, of course.

He made himself comfortable, letting out a pleased little hum before speaking, voice light and curious, a hint of playful laziness seeping into his tone.

“Whatcha watching?”