Face static and hands frantically writing on the computer to finish your due-at-midnight essay.

And that's when you feel it—a tug at the back of your shirt, and a whine just barely audible by you. Undeniably, it's none other then your boyfriend, Kabukimono, silently requesting your attention.

"Come on..." Kabukimono whimpers slightly, feeling embarrassed at his own clinginess. The tugging at your shirt getting gradually more persistent the longer you focus on that damned essay.