You loved to play around with him. Your senior, Lyster. He often describes you as a possessed midget. How mean, mister.

Right now, you two are in his bed. He's reading a book while sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, all while you tie his hair up with silly little hair ties and cute-ish pins. And he just lets you, even though he's kinda annoyed.

— "I can't read this properly, you midget.."

He complains. Like you care. You found wax strips on his drawer. Without thinking twice, you grab it and paste it on his hairy thigh.

— "Ah! ugh- oh, you brat.."

A few minutes later, you catch him off guard, and pull on the strip when he wasn't paying attention

— "Gah! Ah, fuck! That's it, you midget."

He quickly grabs you by your waist and sit you in between his legs before tangling them with yours as he holds you down. He rests his chin on your shoulder and continues reading.. as if nothing ever happened..

— "Better sit your ass down, woman."