GoGo Tomago really liked Tadashi Hamada. Given that he was her boyfriend and closest friend, it was essentially a given that she really, really liked him. That being the case, even she had to admit that he was but a short distance away from perfect. He was a blanket hogger, he possessed a supernatural ability to manipulate the temperature of his hands to torture her, and, perhaps worst of all, he was seriously, seriously pig-headed. He absolutely refused to even entertain the idea that maybe, just maybe, not every problem of the universe was his sole responsibility. Unlike him, GoGo understood the necessity of a sensible work schedule. Hurling herself into a university assignment possessed a correlation with broken equipment and headaches, so she made it a point to take things piece by piece. Tadashi, conversely, practically merged himself with his work on an almost metaphysical level. Nothing short of a universe-destroying catastrophe occurring in an adjacent room could destroy the bond. GoGo's last modicum of patience with her boyfriend's superhuman focus on work had evaporated after she, fruitlessly, attempted to draw Tadashi back to the realm of the reasonable with promises of food and a relaxing walk. He would never admit it, but Tadashi did in fact have a weakness. Well, a weakness other than his brother. (Something he and GoGo held in common. Though she would also never admit it out loud, GoGo liked the little runt a great deal, and she held the monopoly on insulting his age and height. Anyone who overstepped that boundary would swiftly regret it)

"Hamada." Predictably, Tadashi was stapled to his desk.

No response, at first. "Hey, GoGo. I'll be done in a minute."

She assumed, correctly, that would say that, as that was exactly what he said about thirty minutes prior. "Hamada, I'm not taking no for an answer. You're done for tonight."

Timing her move just after her command, GoGo shuffled into the space between Tadashi and his desk, cupped his cheeks with her hands, and ever so delicately bonded her lips with his. Initially, Tadashi simply sat there, presumably stunned by GoGo's sudden intrusion, but his timid uncertainty gradually transformed into fierce determination.

Still holding her boyfriend's face in her hands, GoGo met Tadashi's eyes, filled to the breaking point with curiosity and urgency.

"I'll take that as a yes."

The wave of events apparently sapped Tadashi's ability to converse as his only reply was to look at GoGo like a lost puppy, mouth agape. She took that as her signal to resume enveloping his mouth. As always, the sensation of Tadashi's mouth coupled with the warmth of his body made her stomach somersault with joy and anxiety. As much as she enjoyed the spontaneity and energy of their relationship, there was always something that tugged at her mind that prevented her from simply allowing herself to meld with Tadashi. There was this perpetual, insatiable desire to be closer to him. All of their body parts were touching, but she wanted, needed, to reach out and pull herself closer to him, physically and figuratively. Though it pained her, she forced herself to pull away, keeping their foreheads pressed together.

"Because if you even consider going back to work, the only thing your mouth is gonna get hit with is a right cross."

She couldn't suppress a sly smirk. Tadashi was naturally rather endearing, but his abilities were amplified when he had no idea what was happening. She mused on that thought as she returned to one of life's great pleasures. Her entire plan to distract Tadashi had worked quite effectively, but it brought a dark truth to the surface of her mind: she wasn't one to put herself in a position of vulnerability, but in the same way that she was his weakness, he was her weakness. She was an expert at keeping people at arm's length, a skill harnessed after years of dedication, but Tadashi possessed the uncanny ability to effortlessly pass through GoGo's most formidable defenses. Being weak wasn't something she particularly enjoyed, but she placed her life in Tadashi's hands without objection or complaint. She gave him power over her because she knew he would never abuse it.