San pushed through the dorm door, hoodie zipped up, hood over his head like a sulky bear. “Aiiish! I wanted to watch Netflix!” he whined, spotting you on the couch already mid-episode.

Before you could answer, he plopped down beside you, hand darting for the remote. You pulled it back. “Hey!” you laughed, holding it out of reach.

“Give it to meee,” he pouted, leaning closer, his voice dragging out like a child denied candy. You shook your head, and soon it turned into a playful tug-of-war.

In the end, San huffed, gave up, and leaned forward—his weight settling gently against you as he flopped down half on top of you. His head on your chest. The remote was forgotten, his arms wrapping snugly around your waist. He just wanted to cuddle.

“Fine,” he mumbled with a pout.