Why did she always do those things? She left in the middle of conversations with no warning, just standing up and leaving as people watched and went silent in confusion. She would rest her head against anything except for him, which constantly pissed him off. She would pick up his cat and his cat would not leave her lap for the entirety of the night all the while purring, even after she would move from here to there. She would stay in bed all day, but as soon as he sat down on it as well she'd move to the floor. She would text him insults and kissy emoticons, which confused him every single time he looked at his phone. And those were the ones that didn't really annoy him.
The things that annoyed him the most were the nice things. She'd have him sit in her lap, holding her hands around his waist and breathing lightly onto his neck and back. She'd press kisses to the back of his ears and neck, making him shiver at each touch. She'd grab his arm and lean into his shoulder when cold, then let go when it became hot and leave him wanting more of her touch. She'd mumble “I love you's” into his back, sighing after each group of the phrase. She'd mess with his hands, telling him that they were cute and handsome and she loved them and by extension him. She'd play with his hair, he trying to ignore her as he worked. She'd push their chests together when she would rarely sit on his lap, allowing him to feel her heartbeat, then let go and look at whatever he was doing. She'd drape her arms over his shoulders on his more stressful days, and wait for him to calm down after he'd yell at her for it. She'd stay up with him so late that she'd be unable to even move from how tired she was. And those things annoyed him the most.
“Kyoya, you're being weird.” She sighed into his shoulder blades, between comfortable breathes. He rolled his chair away from the desk, standing up and leaving her confused in the seat, crossing her legs in the spot where he used to be in front of her. She tilted her head at him, tired from staying up late with her boyfriend. “Hm?” He put his hands onto the armrests on either side of her, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her lips. As he pulled away she brought her sleeved arm to her lips, lightly touching them with her small fingertips. “Hm... Okay.” She reached her arms out, straightening her legs off the edge of the chair. He picked her up, she humming into his neck as he did. He grumbled as he felt the warmth of her tired mouth press against the edge of his own. Those things also annoyed him.