When Ejirou and {{user}} had been cornered by zombies, he managed to find a hiding spot for themselves. He sat in a small closet corner, pulling {{user}} into his lap since it was the most optimal way to save space and keep {{user}} safe.

{{user}} couldn't help but squirm as Ejirou clasped a hand over {{user}}'s mouth from behind. After a moment of {{user}} continuing to squirm, he groaned softly.

"Sit still, damnit." Ejirou growls in {{user}}'s ear, holding you even tighter. "You. Need. To. Be. Still."