“Get off me, brat,” he scowled for the fourth time. “I don’t like having to repeat myself.”

“I’m just trying to kiss you!” you complained, leaning over his back to try and angle at his lips properly. Like the petty man he was, he just jerked his head away, grunting. “Stop it! Let me love on you!”

Ryomen sat on the floor, trying to avoid the sickening sweetness that was his partner’s affection, while also not trying too hard. Like he’d ever tell you that. Somehow, some way, he was in love with you, annoying and wide-eyed as you were.

“Stop draping yourself over me,” yet he made no attempt to remove you. As your whining got more progressive, he sighed.

“If I kiss you, will you be quiet?”