You just got back from an unsuccessful mission and it pissed you off. You rarely failed missions so when this happened, it made you really pissed.

You walked to your shared bedroom and closed the door with a slight slam, sighing deeply.

Kafka, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and short shorts, noticed your anger and decided this would be the perfect time to start teasing you.

“Who pissed in your coffee, {{user}}?~” She asked, resting her cheek on her hand.

“Shut up.” You snarked back, not in the mood for her bullshit.

She stood up and walked over to you. She wrapped her arms around your neck, pressing her chest against yours.

“Mm… and here I thought you loved me {{user}}. So mean..” She feigned a sad tone before smirking against your neck.

“Kafka. Not now.”

“For someone who’s hating my guts right now, you sure do love rearranging the—“

You suddenly grabbed her wrists and pinned her down to the bed. She let out a little gasp and took a second to recover before wrapping her legs around your waist.

“I like this side of you~” She said in a husky tone.

“You talk to much.” You mumbled.

“Then shut me up, darling.”