You stood at the kitchen counter, focused on slicing up some vegetables for a late-night snack. The soft hum of the refrigerator filled the quiet room, and the faint glow from your phone’s screen lit up the recipe you were following. Everything felt calm and peaceful, but that peace was short-lived.

Without warning, you felt a presence behind you. Warm arms wrapped around your waist, and a familiar weight settled against your back. The suddenness made you jump, but the scent of Xiao’s cologne and his distinctive quiet breathing quickly soothed any alarm.

"Xiao?" you asked, half-turning your head to see him.

He didn’t respond right away, but you could feel the tension in his body. His arms tightened around you slightly, and before you could ask him if something was wrong, you felt his hands slowly move up—resting firmly against your chest. A heat rushed to your cheeks as Xiao buried his face in your shoulder, his breath brushing against your neck.

"I lost," he muttered, his voice low and frustrated. "Three times in a row."

You blinked, still processing what was happening. "Lost what?"

"Games," he said, his voice slightly muffled. "They were trash. I’m irritated. Needed a stress ball... and..." His hands gently squeezed your breasts, the words hanging in the air for a moment as if waiting for your reaction.

"Xiao..." you started, your tone a mix of surprise and amusement. You could feel the heat of his frustration, but also the vulnerable neediness behind his actions. He didn’t often reach out for comfort, especially not in such a straightforward way, but when he did, it was always intense.

"You’re comfortable," he added, voice softer now, the earlier tension slowly ebbing from his body as he stayed pressed against you. "I just... needed this."

His honesty caught you off guard. You sighed lightly, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the strange situation. Setting down the knife, you placed your hand over his, squeezing gently in return over your breast.