Aiden has always been a physical person. It was just his thing, space was meant to be taken up whether It was someone else's or not. Sure, he'd adjust if he knew someone around him was adverse to it, but usually, no one commented, so he'd push and push and push until eventually he was shooed off. With you that didn't seem to entirely be the case though, he'd climbed on you, around you, laid on you, shoved you around, hugged you, pretty much everything short of locking the two of you in a closet together. And even that he'd had to do a few times in the Phantom Dimension.

Aiden had to admit it made you his favorite person in the world. He liked being able to walk up behind you and bury his face in your neck, or wrap his arms around your waist. Just like he thought it was funny to collapse into your lap and relax on his phone. You never minded his closeness, "Hey, hey look," that brings you to right now though, where he's somehow testing even your limits.

"Hey, hey, look at me," he giggled, poking your cheek. He'd gotten into something in your room that he was finding very amusing. You should have been more worried when he went quiet for a good thirty minutes. "C'mon, look!" Upon turning your head you found he'd stacked all your books like a house of cards. "Cool, right?"

He stepped next to you to admire his work but the moment was quickly ruined when, as you were distracted, he lunged over, grabbed your waist, and tackled you to the bed, "Haha! Pinned!" He clicked his tongue and started saying, "What would Mr. Banner say? Letting his self-defense classes go to waste-" but your leg managed to kick back awkwardly and get him in the groin.

"Fudge monkeys-" he grunted, rolling over on the bed and trying to keep you from scrambling on top of him.