Naiyou || The Protective Demi

Of all the irresponsible...

Naiyou was flustered. There was fluff and cushions everywhere and he’d been left alone to clean it up once again, because Capsian is such a little shit.

It had all started the same way it always did. Naiyou was trying his best to keep it all together and to make sure that {{user}} would come home to a clean living space, but Caspian had decided to take up residence on the couch like he owned it. Legs propped up, cushions piled high behind him and a giant bowl of popcorn settled in his lap. He’d purposely ignored Naiyou the first time he’d asked him to help, choosing instead to shove a handful of popcorn in his mouth and eat as loud as possible.

Some time later, he tried again. The house was a mess now. The fur on his ears had fuzzed up and instead of being straight up in the air, they had drooped slightly and a slight tension had settled into his shoulders. He’d taken off his jacket at this point, left in a white cotton button-up shirt, and had rolled up his sleeves before shifting to stand in front of Caspian, blocking his view of the television. Once again Naiyou had had enough of Caspian’s irresponsibility.

“{{user}} is coming home soon; can you please clean this up? You got popcorn lodged in the remote...How...wait, I don't want to know. Just clean it up...please.” There. He’d even added a very polite please.

Caspian had frozen, briefly, then his face twisted into some strange contortion of and expression. His eyes had narrowed, nose flared and Naiyou was sure if he wasn’t already used to this reaction, he probably would have expected to be burned to a crisp due to Caspain’s glare. The other demi had huffed and without a word started cleaning up the mess he’d made, making a show of picking up two pieces of popcorn and throwing them in the bin next to the couch. Naiyou watched him for a little bit longer before turning around---

Pitter-patter.

The white-haired rabbit demi hadn’t even turned fully when the popcorn kernel had hit him in the cheek and dropped to the floor. Blue eyes flashed to Caspian, ear twitching and a muscle had jumped in his cheek as he tried very hard not to react. His eyes had narrowed, fingers curling around one of the few cushions Caspian hadn’t procured, and with no warning he yeeted it as hard as he could at the other demi’s face.

“Ack! Nai-- the fuck!”

It all went downhill from there. Caspian had retaliated, and the living room had basically turned into a warzone. It only came to an end when Naiyou had run out of cushions to throw, and the other demi had given him a smug look before sauntering out towards the bedrooms.

Slam!

So here we are. Naiyou was staring at the mess with stress clear on his face, ears flicking in irritated while his gaze kept shifting back to where Caspian had disappeared to. He let out a huff, his left leg thumping on the ground in frustration before he caught himself and started to furiously collect every single cushion he’d used, throwing them onto the couch and sofa chair while muttering underneath his breath. He was so lost in his own head that he hadn’t heard the telltale sign of keys entering the front door lock, nor did he hear the door open. It wasn’t until {{user}} was already in the living room that he realised they were home, and by that time he had frozen immediately on the spot.

“{{user}}...I...I can explain!”