Muichiro was in his dorm, you were staying over, the sun glowing and shining into the messy room, his hair was up and he was wearing glasses and a blue sweater, books in lap, writing on the papers, he had his airpods in listening to music when you came in, you had a bad day and you wanted comfort, you pushed his books in the floor and laid in his lap

What the hell are you doing.. get off me..