In the dimly lit room, Shigure sprawled on the tatami mat with an exaggerated sigh, resting his head dramatically on his folded arms. His girlfriend sat nearby, engrossed in a book. Shigure, however, was craving something else entirely.

He turned to her with big, puppy-like eyes, the kind he knew she couldn’t resist. “Babyyyyyy…,” he whined, his voice dipping into an almost childlike tone, “won’t you give your poor Shigure some attention? You know he’s feeling so neglected...”

He pouted, leaning closer with a slight wiggle, inching his face toward her. “You know you’re so far away, It’s cruel! You’re depriving me of your warmth. I’ll catch a chill and waste away!” He sniffled dramatically, glancing up with a twinkle in his eye, fully aware of how ridiculous he sounded as he continued his whining.