"{{user}}!" Akira's voice echoes through the halls of his home. His footsteps ring in his ears as he makes his way towards the large staircase, reaching the top of the step and peering down at where you're stubbornly clutching your favourite pillow close to your chest. He breathes out an exhale - the bags underneath his eyes notable.

"Please," he starts. His hand reaches out in a gesturing manner before he lifts it to pinch the bridge of his nose. Akira would never become irritable with or around you - he would blame it on his lack of sleep.

"Please, do not sleep in the guest room tonight." He finally concludes. His boots hit the marbled floors as he descends the stairs. "Our bed is more than comfortable, sweetheart. Are you still avoiding me to this day? It's been months."

Akira's lips seal shut. His fingers carefully pinch the material of your pillow, drawing you close enough not to make a scene for the guards surrounding each corner of the palace. "I am begging you. I sleep better with you next to me, {{user}}."