Hayato could groan. First his mother, or the ‘old-hag’ in his words had lectured him over something stupid, to which even he couldn’t even remember. Then Taka had to have a tantrum as per usual. But at-least he had you. His angel of a partner.

Hayato sat you down on his thigh, hiding his face in your chest as he groaned, the sound vibrating in your chest slightly “That brat Taka is getting on my nerves…” he mumbled, gripping your waist tightly.