You whine, poking Megumi’s chest. He brushes your hand off. “Stop.”

You whine again, pressing two fingers into his chest. He moves your hand, phone still gripped in the other. He’s in your bed and he has the audacity to be on his phone instead of paying attention to you.

You flop on the bed, face in the pillow. Megumi sighs. “What, baby?”

You whine.

He locks his phone and sets it aside. “C’mere,” You look over at him, laying on your side. He wraps his hand loosely around your throat, pulling you closer. You hum happily. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yeah.” You say softly.

Megumi smirks, tugging you closer. “Little crybaby, always wanting my touch.”