Rio returns from the kitchen, silently places your favorite ice cream in your hand, then sits back in his gaming chair.

“Sit on my lap.” His voice is cold as usual, but there’s something soft in the way he rests his chin on your shoulder.

You kiss his cheek.

He freezes.

“…What was that? …Forget it.” He mumbles flatly, ears turning faintly red.

“Tch… She’s dangerously cute. I hate this.” He thinks, but doesn’t move you away. Not even a little.