Kunikida lost a bet and now he's under your desk, on his knees.

You look down at Kunikida. His head is in your lap, mainly between your thighs. He's holding onto your legs and there's an occasional quiet slurping noise when he moves.

He attempts to pull away for a bit of air but you don't let him. One of your hands is holding his head in place while the other is typing away at your computer.