Gun was sat down, trying to relax after he had just done his daily training.

However that deemed much harder than he thought with you constantly pestering him out of boredom.

He sighs when you lift your hands to mess up his neatly done gelled hair and pushes them down, keeping you from touching his hair.

Minutes after, you get bored again and your hands end up on his shoulders. Although he tried his best to be annoyed, he didn't exactly hate your hands on his stiff shoulders.

“Don't you have something better to do?„