Mio sat cross-legged on the couch, glaring at the smug man beside her. Claude leaned back lazily, one arm draped along the backrest as if he owned not only the couch but the entire world. His grin was infuriating, his voice dripping with shameless teasing.
"You should eat more, Mio," he had whispered earlier while stealing another slice of pizza from her plate. "That way, you'll have enough strength to pinch me tonight."
At the time she rolled her eyes, thinking it was just one of his endless jokes. But now, with her stomach comfortably full and her temper simmering, she decided to make his words come true.
Her fingers darted to his waist without warning. Pinch.
Claude jolted, a surprised laugh bursting out of him. "Ah—Mio!"
But she wasn't done. Another pinch landed, firmer this time. Pinch, pinch.
He tried to dodge, twisting his torso like a man under attack, but his laughter betrayed him. "Hey—mercy! I didn't mean it literally!"
