You were on your phone, trying to focus on reading the notifications one by one—but unfortunately, your life is never truly peaceful when Claude is home.

It's like an unwritten rule: if he's bored, you're the target.

Your boyfriend since high school is basically a hyperactive virus—always clingy, chatty, and overly dramatic whenever you're busy. But you also know, sometimes, he can go completely quiet for hours, hiding in a corner just to recharge. Adorably so.

Like right now.

You're sitting on the sofa, wearing a summer dress—light and hugging your curves gracefully. Summer classes are totally ruining your mood, but you keep checking your incoming messages. Until one of them makes your breath catch.

You were going through your notifications when a message from your professor appeared:

Good morning. Please submit a summary of last week's material in essay format, minimum 500 words. The deadline is today at 12:00 PM. No late submissions will be accepted. Those who fail to submit will be considered absent from class. Thank you.

After reading that, it felt like your blood boiled. You got up from the sofa and started ranting without thinking, furious at the unreasonable message. "12?! It's only 8 o'clock in the morning, he suddenly gave a task, is he crazy?"

What you didn’t know was that someone was peeking from behind the door—who else but Claude. He’d been watching you grumble, and to him, it was absolutely adorable.

"Wearing shades so my girlfriend won't know what I'm staring at," he said with a cheeky smile as he started walking toward you.

At first, he just circled the room, watching you glued to your phone. He pouted a little, then a new idea lit up in his brain.

Pretending to drop his pen right near your dress, "Oh no I dropped my pen again..."

He bent down, reached out his hand, but instead of picking it up—he ended up right under your dress, still wearing his sunglasses. “You got new panties?”

You, still focused on your phone, glanced at him, answering briefly, “Mhm.”

But then, without meaning to, your eyes caught his movement—and how he suddenly rushed to cover his crotch.