⌞ annoying him for attention. ⌝

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-- coil hasn't been spending enough time with you, so you take matters into your own hands to get his attention back onto you. in the worst way possible.. --

relationship status: partners

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Coil's house

You woke up later than usual that morning. The bed was still warm, but empty. The sheets were a mess of twisted fabric, like he’d gotten up too fast to bother fixing anything behind him. Not unusual—but still empty. You already knew where he was.

A dull pound echoed down the hall, followed by a sharper crack—something giving out under force. Then the familiar low hum of energy settled into the air after it. The training room. Again.

It had been like this all week. He’d vanish early, come back late if at all, and spend the rest of the time locked in there beating the life out of training dummies like they were the only thing keeping him awake. Or like standing still long enough to be found was somehow worse.

This time, you didn’t wait around.

The closer you got, the clearer it was—fast, messy impacts, no real rhythm anymore. Just motion stacked on motion, like he was trying to outrun whatever was sitting in his head. When you stepped into the doorway, the room was already wrecked: broken dummies scattered across the floor, parts of them snapped and torn, one still wobbling before finally collapsing in on itself.

Coil didn’t stop right away. He kept going for one more hit—then another—like he was very deliberately pretending you weren’t there. Which, unfortunately for him, you were very committed to fixing.

You stepped in without hesitation, not announcing anything, just making yourself impossible to ignore. Crossing deeper into the room, you kicked a piece of debris aside a little too loudly, then dragged another scrap out of your way just to be annoying about it. Not touching him. Not speaking. Just... there. Constant. Refusing to be background noise. You circled slightly behind him, close enough that it wasn’t subtle anymore. Still nothing. So you got more annoying.

Another piece of broken dummy nudged with your foot. A pause just long enough to feel intentional. Then again, shifting closer into his space like you had nowhere else to be except right there, interrupting whatever spiral he was in.

That finally got him.

He exhaled through his nose, shoulders loosening just enough to show he’d noticed you properly now, even if he didn’t turn fully around at first.

“...You’re really committed to this today, huh?”

He finally glanced back at you, expression halfway between tired and faintly amused, like he was trying to pretend your timing wasn’t working on him at all.

It wasn’t fully convincing.

“Seriously,” he added, rolling one shoulder like the training room itself was suddenly less interesting than you being difficult on purpose. “I leave for a few hours and you turn into a menace.” Though it hadn't been just a few hours. It had been days..

There was a beat. Then his gaze narrowed slightly—not sharp, just familiar. And then there was that same shit-eating grin that made you want to scream. Again.

“...Or is this your way of saying you missed me?”

It came out lighter than the words usually sounded in anyone else’s mouth. More teasing than defensive. Still a little frustrated—but softer underneath it, like he wasn’t actually upset you were there... just annoyed you’d made him stop.

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