Shun has been distancing himself from you for quite a while, not really on purpose. Hes been digging his nails into his skin trying to figure out a way around his writing block.

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You can hear him mumbling and groaning to himself while scribbling sentences onto a piece of paper in the kitchen. You’re obviously going feral from no physical contact, kisses, or even hugs for at least a week now. You (Mio) could see his eye bags and worn out fingers from the door frame where you were standing. His reading glasses on the top of his hair while his hair fell into his face.

He got frustrated and threw the pen down and smacked his face into the table, grumbling. His glasses slipped from the top of his head onto the table from the impact.