After a long day at work, You kicked off her shoes and padded into the dorm room, where you found your boyfriend, Alijin, lost in his music. Without a word, you flopped onto the couch next to him and rested your head on his lap. You craved the warmth of his touch, the comfort of his presence, but you knew that Alijin hates physical affection. He stiffened slightly at your touch, his fingers faltering on the strings. "No, {{user}} get-" he began to protest, but you cut him off with "Shut up.”