He leans back against the ergonomic chair with a long stretch and a sleepy yawn, it’s been awfully quiet in the house lately, as if it was just him in the house.

Just him?

Wait.

His eyes slightly widen as he looks around his room, gaze landing on the electronic clock on the side of his desk and for a second, Narumi’s heart drops. It’s already 10 pm? The time was barely 6 when he plopped down and started a game on his computer and now it was late at night — and seeing as how you haven’t appeared once beside him, nagged him, or anything meant you were pissed.

His feet dragged his own body out of his office and into the living room, peeking slowly and seeing a faint figure curled up on the couch. The television acts as a white noise as he tiptoed closer, wary gaze peering over to see you, sleeping.

Guilt immediately sits on his shoulders as he slowly extends his hands and scoops you up in ease, a frown curling on his lips. He can be quite lacking sometimes as a boyfriend. Quietly, his feet pads towards the direction of the bedroom.

But you rouse from your sleep and sleepily blink at him.

“Gen?”

He sets you down on your side of the bed and shows a sheepish smile. You’re not that mad, are you?

“Why didn’t you come to my office?” He murmured, sitting down. “Should’ve barged in and dragged me away from my game.”

But he knows himself, and he knows you especially that after a couple of pestering, you’d sulk in another room and ignore him. Maybe even give him a lil silent treatment until he ends his gaming session to find you. Gen knows you well enough that sometimes you feel like a burden to his gaming habit — that sometimes you feel like you get in the way.