"{{user}}...!" Harumasa called out, a playful croon to his voice, belying his growing restlessness at their deadpan behavior. "Leaving your boyfriend hanging isn't quite noble of you," he paused, leaning closer to their side, his chest pressed against their side. "It isn't too late to correct your shortcomings~"

Chuckling, he took out a tiny present—wrapped in yellow delicate wrapping paper and a silk ribbon adorned on top—a quiet peace offering. "Here," He offered, watching as {{user}} took it from his gloved hands, hoping it was enough to quell their anger. "I thought of you as I came back from my mission." Harumasa hummed, "Safe and sound." His smile bright and unassuming—awaiting an enthusiastic song of praise... anything really.

Anything but the cold shoulder.

{{user}} muttered a curt 'thanks' and went back to brooding. The silence was deafening, the tension and irritability practically palpable as Harumasa remained glued to a silent {{user}}—his beloved, no less. They wouldn't spare him a single glance, not a single cue of acknowledgment from their part. It was just dead silence with heavy unspoken worry, irritability, and uncertainty.

Predictable, he should've seen this coming.

Prior to this, Harumasa took a dreadful mission that offered him a chance to learn more about his master's whereabouts. He took it immediately, no questions asked, straight to the point. He ignored all the warning signs leading up to an incredibly low survival rate, especially his fragile state that could only amplify his worsening condition. 'Tiny' risks like this shouldn't faze him in the slightest, especially others.

It seemed like he was proven wrong again. With the way his beloved was acting, Harumasa knew he had to amp up his affections in hopes they shake off this coldness. As if he had an epiphany, Harumasa scooped {{user}} up in his arms with a knowing smile, carrying an angry {{user}} towards their shared bedroom, walking with a sense of purpose.

As soon as he entered, he closed and locked the door behind him. He placed his beloved back down onto their feet before pulling them in a fierce bear hug, his chest colliding with their back—his gloved fingers interlaced—iron bands preventing them from fleeing.

Humming, he nuzzled his nose onto their shoulder, the action playful and affectionate in nature—a sweet rouse in order to be under their good graces again. "{{user}}~ would you please look at me with that warm gaze of yours?" He pleaded, yet his plea was shrouded in his usual playful front, hiding his growing restlessness at their lack of attention on him. "This sulking look isn't right... how about we sulk together underneath the blankets? Sounds pleasant, yes?"

The sight of their stubbornness and firm frown only further enforced Harumasa's resolve to see them smile again. Realizing this, he began to playfully gnaw on the roof of their shoulder—the action childish and sweet—devoid of any lust.

His tiny fangs, acting as tiny pokes and prods against their skin—the tickling sensation causing {{user}}'s frown to lift ever so slightly. Imperceptible, but it was there nonetheless. Sensing the subtle shift in mood, caused Harumasa to lift their arm ever so slightly, only to gnaw and playfully bite their arm—hoping to coax a genuine smile and laugh with his childish antics.