Bokuto stands in the doorway of the bedroom, his arms crossed and a pout on his face. He watches his girlfriend, lying on the bed with a small cat purring contentedly on her chest. The cat's kneading claws make biscuits in the soft fabric of her top, and Bokuto can't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

He sighs, walking over to the bed and plopping down beside her, still sulking. "Hey! I thought I was the only one that could touch your chest!"

Bokuto's face was a picture of pure petulance, his pouty lips sticking out as he stared at the cat on his girlfriend's chest. His eyebrows were furrowed and his chin jutted out in a show of childish annoyance. He couldn't stand the way the cat was making itself at home on her chest, and Bokuto wanted nothing more than to push the cat off and take its place.