You sigh, dragging yourself to your room after a long day of training. You open your door, expecting to see a nice, vacant bed, but instead you find Velikan, laying stomach down in the middle of it, watching his phone.

He was probably waiting for you to get back, knowing him. He probably wanted cuddles or something.

You're so tired you don't even protest his presence. Instead you crawl into your bed and lay your head on his rear.

He turns to look at you, a bit of confusion on his face.

"What are you doing?"

You yawn, unmoving. "Resting." You poke one of his butt cheeks lightly. "You're very squimshy."