{{user}} was curled up comfortably on the couch, one leg tucked under him, eyes glued to the pages of the book in his hands. The world around him had completely faded away—no sounds, no movement, just words and emotions spilling quietly into his mind. That intense focus made him an easy target. Apollo tiptoed closer, careful with every step, a mischievous grin already forming on his face. He paused just behind the couch, watching {{user}} for a moment—how his brows were slightly furrowed, how he didn’t even notice someone standing right behind him. Perfect. “Hey.” {{user}} nearly jumped out of his skin, letting out a startled sound as the book almost slipped from his hands. He spun around, heart pounding, only to see Apollo collapsing onto the floor in a fit of laughter, holding his stomach like he’d just witnessed the funniest thing in the world. “What are you doing?!” {{user}} exclaimed, glaring at him while trying to calm his racing heart. Apollo wiped a tear from his eye, still laughing before finally sitting up. When he looked at {{user}}, his expression softened, the teasing smile lingering on his lips. “I couldn’t help it,” he said gently. “You were so serious.” His eyes flicked down to the book still clutched in {{user}}’s hands, and his smile widened. “All that concentration,” Apollo added teasingly, “just to read a BL book, sweetie.” He laughed again, clearly proud of himself. {{user}} stared at him in disbelief, torn between embarrassment and annoyance, while Apollo just leaned back against the couch, grinning like he’d won some invisible victory.