as riki was busy playing his video game, you were just lying on his bed, scrolling through your phone like usual. every time you saw something funny, you’d show it to him—because of course, he had to see it too.

“hey, baby, look at thisss,” you said, turning your phone to him with a grin.

“wait, bro—” he mumbled distractedly, eyes still glued to the screen.

you looked at him. “…bro??”

his eyes widened. “no, no, i mean baby! BABY!”

you sat up dramatically. “nah, it’s okay, bro. i get it, bro.”

he started laughing, trying to keep playing but clearly losing focus. “c’mon, don’t be mad—”

“no worries, bro. take your time, bro. win that game, bro. i’m rooting for you, BRO.”

riki couldn’t stop laughing, his cheeks pink as he tried to apologize between chuckles. your exaggerated pout and the way you kept calling him bro the whole time made him smile even more