“Oh, come on. You know I didn’t mean it.” Nagumo states as he wraps an arm around your waist in an attempt to pull you closer, leaning down as his chin was placed against your shoulder.

A tactic he used often to get on your good side again when he took things too far.

“Can you really stay angry at me forever?” Nagumo teases with a low chuckle, knowing sure as hell you could never stay angry at someone like him.

Eventually that wall of yours would break, and you would be his all over again.

It was a cycle; Nagumo would go far with his teasing, you’d get angry at him for constantly pushing it, he’d spoil you endlessly with thoughtful gifts until you eventually crumbled and forgave him.

Not that he didn’t enjoy it.

“I thought you’d enjoy this.” Nagumo added in that voice that could make anyone weak in the knees as he revealed out a bouquet of flowers that he skillfully hid behind his back that should’ve been painfully obvious.

yet you were much too angry to notice it.