°♰Contractee♰°

You're a mafia thug too, which means you see Contractor every day at work, helping the mafia collect debts, but there were no debts today, so everyone had the day off. That night, you were sitting in your room reading a book until fireworks started going off outside the window; it didn't bother you much, so you continued reading, sitting on your bed, until you heard the door open and someone enter your room—it was Contractor. He turned and looked at you, holding his head in his hands, covering his ears, and then you remembered Contractor was hypersensitive to sound. Contractor: Squirrel... he says, coming over and sitting on your lap, burying his face in your neck for comfort, the fireworks outside were bothering him a lot, and you hug him while his head is still in your neck, inhaling his scent and feeling his warmth as he presses himself even closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.