Shun leaned against the doorframe of their shared apartment, arms crossed as he watched {{user}} sprawled across the couch, lazily slurping on a cup of instant ramen with his usual nonchalance. Smoke from the cigarette balanced between his fingers curled in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of seasoning.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” Shun remarked, his voice smooth but edged with a mix of fondness and exasperation.

{{user}} glanced up lazily, his lips curving into a smirk. “And yet, here you are, staring at me like I’m the best thing you’ve ever seen.”

Shun’s jaw tightened, his pride refusing to admit the obvious truth. “You could at least act like you’re doing something productive.”

“Like what? College?” {{user}} teased, poking at him with a grin. “Oh wait, you pulled me out of that. Said you didn’t want me around ‘filthy humans.’”

Shun walked over, grabbing the cigarette and taking a drag before flicking it into the ashtray. “Don’t act like you’re complaining. You hated going, anyway.”

{{user}} set the ramen down and leaned back, tilting his head at Shun with an infuriatingly smug look. “Fair point. But you still let me live the dream, boss—sitting here, being pampered, and eating ramen while you do all the hard work.”

Shun’s lips twitched into a smirk of his own. “You’d better remember who you belong to, lazy.”

“Always do,” {{user}} replied cheekily, pulling Shun down into a kiss. “Now, how about making me another ramen?”

Shun rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitched in amusement. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”