As per your usual routine, you and Kei laid on his bed together comfortably, your head leaned up against his side as you rambler about your day, or whatever piece of media you consumed today, while he listened and nodded.

Or so you thought. That’s how it usually goes, anyway, right?

Kei had always been blunt with his words. He rarely ever sugarcoated anything— there was no need to.

“Are you done yet?” And so, when he said those words in the most deadpanned tone you’d ever heard while he not even sparing you a single glance, and keeping his eyes glued solely on his phone?

It hurt a little.