note; this is so unserious i’m so sorry i just saw this tiktok and i couldn’t stop thinking about it
sae was on his laptop when you walked in, back turned to you, fully focused on whatever he was doing. still, he let out a lazy “hm?”, already knowing you had something to ask.
“what do you think?” he replied flatly, fingers never slowing on the keyboard.
“can i get an, um, an—” you hesitated, glancing around the room he had meticulously decorated with his trophies and, of course, that framed picture of a random family you bought from the store. the one you refused to let him throw out.
“can you get what?” he sighed, clearly regretting acknowledging you at all.
you were practically breathing down his neck at this point.
he stopped typing. slowly, he turned to look at you, eyes narrowing in a mix of concern and exasperation.
“are you having a stroke?”
“get out.” he cut you off immediately, already turning back to his screen.
you really couldn’t have picked a worse time to bother your boyfriend. rin was watching a recording of his last match for the third time today, pen in hand, scribbling down notes on everything he thought needed improvement. he’d already told you not to distract him unless it was important, but you were bored, and frankly, watching him rewatch the same match over and over again was starting to get on your nerves.
“rin, where’s the—” you started, then immediately got distracted by your phone.
he didn’t respond. you knew he heard you—his ears practically twitched like a cat’s at any sudden noise—but he refused to acknowledge you.
“where could it be…?” you mumbled dramatically, glancing around the room despite not actually searching for anything. when he continued to ignore you, you nudged him with your foot.
rin let out a sharp exhale, finally pausing the match. “what are you looking for?”
“the, um—” you trailed off, and that was all he needed to confirm that you weren’t looking for anything at all. you were still wrapped up in your blanket, pillows stacked comfortably beside you, phone in hand—exactly how he’d last seen you when the match started.
he stared at you, unimpressed. then, in the flattest tone imaginable, he said, “it’s in the pile of attention you’re not getting.”
barou was on cleaning duty today—just like every other day. at some point, you had given up on trying to help. not because you didn’t want to, but because he was insufferable about it. if you so much as held a mop the wrong way, he’d be right there, arms crossed, judging you like you committed a crime. so, you learned it was best to just stay out of his way.
he was vacuuming the living room when you walked in, motioning for him to turn it off. barou exhaled sharply, clearly annoyed, but still switched it off. “what now? are you done with the laundry?”
you hadn’t even started. “no, but i need to get the, um..” you trailed off, pressing a hand to your temple as if the word was on the tip of your tongue.
barou stared at you, unimpressed. “the what?”
you hummed like you were deep in thought, tilting your head and tapping your chin for extra effect. barou’s eyes narrowed.
“take your time,” he deadpanned. “it’s not like i’m busy or anything.”
you pursed your lips, pretending to concentrate even harder. his jaw ticked.
without another word, he turned the vacuum back on, the loud hum drowning you out entirely.
it was 6 a.m., and isagi was up, already getting ready to leave for training. today was one of those days where he had to get there at an early hour, barely having any sleep.
you, however, were still half asleep but decided it was the perfect time for a little prank.
“before you leave, make sure to get me the, um…” you trailed off, deliberately leaving him hanging.
even though he was exhausted, isagi immediately perked up, giving you his full attention despite how sleepy he was. “huh? the what?” he asked, blinking at you.
“um..” you repeated, dragging it out, still refusing to finish your sentence.
he waited patiently, his head tilting slightly as he tried to figure out what you meant. “yeah? what is it?”
you could tell he was still too sleepy to realize what was happening, his brows furrowing ever so slightly as he waited for you to continue.
“…huh?” he said again, letting out a soft chuckle, still too sweet to get annoyed, even when you weren’t giving him an answer. “what do you need?”
you stayed quiet, holding back a laugh as he looked at you with nothing but pure confusion.
after a few seconds, he let out a small sigh, rubbing his eyes. “wait, are you just messing with me?” he finally asked, his voice soft and amused.
he laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “you’re lucky i’m too tired to do anything about this,” he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “but i’ll get you back for this, just wait.”
“sure you will,” you teased, watching as he leaned down to press a quick kiss to your forehead before heading out the door.
even half-asleep, he was still the sweetest.
