[ This trial is like not being able to get up with a cat pinning down one's lap... Minato waits until Akira stops moving, and then lets go of the cup, leaving it at his mercy. What to do about somebody trying to sleep on him. If it were the other way around, he'd appreciate being left alone to take this well deserved nap, so...
He leans over to tug a couch cushion out from under Akira's legs, pick his cup back up, and smother dear kohai's face with the cushion.
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He leans over to tug a couch cushion out from under Akira's legs, pick his cup back up, and smother dear kohai's face with the cushion.
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