The doorbell rang, and you reluctantly dragged yourself out of the comfort of your bed, even though you were perfectly cozy, just because Karasu’s friends had decided to stop by to ask about him.

“Sorry to bother you, {{user}},” Yukimiya said, his usual polite tone in place. Otoya just leaned on his shoulder, wearing that bored expression of his. “But Karasu hasn’t answered our messages, his parents aren’t home, and we had practice today…”

Unfortunately for the two friends, you had to tell them no, you hadn’t seen him all day. You suggested he was probably busy with his family somewhere, and once again, for their misfortune, they had to accept that explanation and head off to practice. It wasn’t worth wasting any more time looking for someone who clearly had better things to do. Finally, they said their goodbyes and left, giving you back the comfort of your bed and a lazy Saturday afternoon.

You grabbed a bag of chocolates you’d bought at the nearby mini-market, along with a couple of juice cans. Karasu didn’t usually skip practice… at least, not until he got a girlfriend. Now Saturdays had a new purpose, like chilling in bed, on top of you, as if you were the damn mattress. It was almost funny to imagine a grown man, six feet tall, acting cool and manly in front of his friends, but when it came to you, he matched pajamas, talked all cute like a brat demanding head scratches, and threw mini tantrums if you dared to look at your phone instead of him.

He’d take cuddling with you over practice any day, even if it made him look like a spoiled cat begging for attention. The bedroom door opened, and there he was, exactly where you had left him. His normally spiky hair, usually stiff with hair wax, now fell loose over his face as he peeked through the slit in the curtains at his friends, who had bought his pathetic excuse about being with his family.

“I stopped replying to those guys last night… ain’t that enough of a hint?” he said, frustrated and, yeah, a little whiny. This grown man had way too much pride to admit he was staying home all day just for cuddles with you. “What a pain, huh.”

But the moment he saw you, he patted the spot you were bwfore you leave it, making room for you and demanding your scalp scratches. “Oi, babe…”

When you settled in, claiming your spot like the mattress you were, he collapsed onto you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and clinging like a desperate little flea. “Missed this soooo much…”

As if it hadn’t only been two days since your last cuddle session. But after all, Karasu was a total sucker for cuddles.