Child-like Behaviour

I was having a rather pleasant nap on the couch with Renji casually reading some book beside me until Jusaburou walked into the room and inserted himself between us.

"-chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan," he whined, "you didn't give me any chocolates yesterday!"

"Good morning to me, I guess," I groaned as I sat up.

"Are you even listening?" he pouted. "You're so mean, -chan."

"Why is it my responsibility to give you chocolate, exactly?" I asked him.

"Um... 'Cause you're the cuter one?" he laughed sheepishly.

I rolled my eyes.

"'Don't you know that there's a chocolate shortage right now?'... is what you wanted to say, ," Renji interjected before I could even form that thought.

"Wow, am I that predictable?" I wondered. "Anyway, what Renji said."

"You can't even make an exception for one day?" he continued to mope. "-chaaaaaaaaaan...."

"Why must you complain like a child, Jusaburou?" I glared at him. "Renji isn't making a huge fuss about it. Why can't you?"

"Heh, Yanagi'll never admit it to you, but he's been a little upset too," Jusaburou smirked.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't speak out of turn, Mouri-senpai," was the slightly malicious tone from Renji. "Before you ask, yes, I was slightly disappointed, but I knew your reasoning and didn't press it further, ."

"You are both children," I sighed as I got up and walked to the kitchen. "Luckily, I'm prepared."

"In what way?" Renji asked me.

"You've nagged me nonstop about the cookie dough I've kept in the freezer all this time, Renji," I huffed. "Why do you think I never toss them? It's not because I forgot about them."

I swear I heard Renji mumble something along the lines of how I totally did forget about them and while that was true, I wasn't going to let him know that.

Jusaburou ambushed me from behind and gave me a kiss. "You're the best, -chan!"

"Complain again and I'll never make these for you ever again," I threatened with a smile. "The same goes for you, Renji."

"Me? What does this have to do with me?" he questioned.

"The next time you're upset about something, just tell me," I stated. "Unlike you, I can't read minds—and don't tell me that—"

"'—you can't read minds'... is what you wanted to say," he interjected. "You have the patience of a saint for someone who has to put up with either of us, ."

"Perhaps I just like you both the requisite amount that I don't find either of your tendencies as annoying as they objectively are," I hummed.