akechi and akira scenario when they're busy working, etc., so s/o tries to get their attention by sitting on their lap, but s/o ends up falling asleep
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S/O didn’t have the slightest notion as to what Akira was fidgeting with at his desk; all they comprehended was that it ensnared the attention that S/O coveted. Conflicting feelings of concern and shame dueled within S/O; Akira had a tendency to overexert himself until he collapsed from exhaustion, yet here S/O was, selfishly desiring his scrutiny. Akira would cease working immediately if they expressed this to him, so they remained silent.
Instead, S/O opted to tease him by strolling to his side, crouching down, and initiating a staring contest with his handsome profile. Akira merely pecked their lips with his own and returned to crafting his tools. S/O blinked once, then they bumped his cheek with the tip of their nose.
“S/O. Stop being so nosy.”
They groaned and subsequently nuzzled him. “Take a break? Please?”
Akira exhaled heavily. “Give me about half an hour, okay?”
S/O narrowed their eyes. “Akira.” Their flimsy attempt to subtly threaten him was futile; he had already fixed his onyx gaze upon the mass of equipment on his desk. “Akira,” they repeated, pinching his exposed ear with their cold fingers and proceeding to tug it; alas, the action warranted no response.
S/O had attempted nearly everything to direct his attention toward them; however, Akira was far too adept at the silent treatment; admittedly, they never truly expected to acclaim even a sliver of victory. They surveyed their phone to assess how much time had passed, and S/O world shattered from the onslaught of disbelief; it had only been two minutes.
Suddenly, an idea flitted across their mind, and it was S/O’s final remnant of hope regarding Akira’s rejection of rest. They gripped both sides of Akira’s chair and jerked it back; S/O didn’t delay a moment as they nested in his lap.
Akira’s face lacked expression as he noiselessly tucked himself, along with S/O, back to the table. His arms slithered past them and he recommenced his work.
S/O emitted a dramatic sigh; not even the most opulent riches or spectacular extravaganza could penetrate Akira’s stubborn concentration. S/O ultimately abandoned all effort to distract, and they dolefully smooched Akira’s pale neck prior to delicately resting on his shoulder.
The hushed metallic clanking of Akira’s tools lulled S/O into a tranquil slumber, and he quietly laid his tools against the table. His now empty hand rose to absentmindedly stroke S/O’s fragrant hair.
“Impatient as always,” he breathed, a fond smile adorning his porcelain face. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting… but when you wake up, I’m going to devote all of my effort to making you smile.”
Akira’s only answer was S/O’s complacent and muffled mumbling into his bony shoulder. He chuckled softly, whispering “sweet dreams” preliminary to manufacturing more instruments.
“I’ll be done in just a moment, dear.”
S/O uttered a mental scoff as they frowned at the back of their boyfriend’s cocoa head of hair.
Hours had drifted by since Akechi promised S/O that he would conclude his business momentarily, yet he remained a statue at his work desk for the duration of the day, save for intermittent restroom breaks or the retrieval of his seemingly perpetual collection of documents. S/O both abhorred and admired his work ethic, but this proved to be much too excessive.
“Darling, please give yourself a break. Why don’t we go to the couch for a bit?”
Akechi neglected to glance at S/O as he muttered, “Yes, of course. I’ll be right there.” For once, his words rang true.
…However, Akechi approached the couch accompanied by a stack of paperwork that amounted to precisely two inches. S/O was baffled, to say the least. “D-dear, what do you think you’re doing?”
“You failed to mention that I come alone,” he replied with a cheeky wink.
S/O’s heart skipped a beat, but now certainly wasn’t the appropriate time to be fawning over him, so they donned their best scowl. “It was implied, Goro.”
Akechi exhaled dejectedly. “I sincerely apologize, but I must work on this case. If my deductions are correct, then I’ll be hitting a breakthrough in the imminent future.”
His eyes glistened with hope, and S/O felt completely defeated; how could they say no? Wordlessly, S/O scooted to the far side of the sofa to provide him with sufficient room for him and his paperwork. Akechi promptly planted himself on the cushion and resumed working.
“Goro, you’re favorite show is on.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful, dear.” Those redundantly monotonous responses caused S/O’s grip on sanity to lessen with each dull syllable that slipped past his lips. They even poked and prodded at him to attain any semblance of a reaction; alas, S/O’s sole reply was, “You’re very silly today, dear.”
S/O had enough and boldly perched themself on his lap; they nearly imploded when Akechi failed to respond. He merely peered around S/O to view and scribble on his documents.
S/O proceeded to smack their lips against various parts of his face; his cheeks tinted with a peachy hue, yet Akechi refused to verbally acknowledge them. Consumed with exasperation, S/O despondently nuzzled into Akechi’s neck, and their batting eyelashes tickled it. They noticed that their eyelids grew heavy, perhaps from the exertion of striving to hopelessly capture their boyfriend’s attention.
S/O succumbed, and Akechi grinned as he listened to their steady, rhythmic breathing after sleep carried them away. “…You were very cute today trying to get my attention,” he whispered, warily twisting his head to delicately place a kiss against their forehead. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, my dear… until then, know that I love you with all of my heart.” Subsequent to a second kiss, Akechi’s gaze fastened on S/O’s small smile…
And he almost choked on laughter when a booming snore erupted from their contrasting peaceful face.