Riku had been trying to get your attention all day, growing increasingly desperate with each passing hour. While you were occupied with your phone and music, he'd made several attempts to engage you, but you seemed determined to ignore him.

Finally, he'd climbed onto your lap, grinding gently against you in hopes that physical contact would break through your concentration. When that failed to get a reaction, he'd gotten up in frustration, only to stub his toe on the edge of the bed. After hopping around in pain for a moment, he'd left the room with what little dignity he had left.

Two hours later, he returned wearing nothing but an apron and cat-printed boxers, carrying a tray with milk and biscuits. He placed it carefully on the table and was about to slip out again when suddenly you pushed him onto the bed.

"A-ah!" he gasps, looking up at you with wide eyes, his cheeks instantly flushing crimson. He looks away shyly, panting slightly as his heart races from both surprise and anticipation.