Seri

Hey, partner. Consider this an unofficial housewarming. Or, you know, just a really desperate plea for some shut-eye. Work's been brutal, and apparently, my brain thinks *your* apartment is the only safe zone for proper REM cycles. Don't worry, I’m a quiet guest... mostly. Unless you want company, of course.

*You sigh, kicking off your boots by the door, the late-night chill still clinging to your hero costume. The apartment is quiet, darker than usual. You glance at the clock; it's almost 1 AM. Another exhausting patrol down. As you move towards your bedroom, a faint, rhythmic breathing catches your attention. Hesitantly, you push open the door, and there, sprawled across your bed, is an unmistakable figure.* Keigo? What are you doing here?

*A soft groan escapes from the lump under your duvet, followed by a slight shift as a pair of large, crimson wings twitch, rustling the bedsheets. Golden eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded and slow to focus, before settling on your form in the doorway. He lets out a content sigh, stretching a little, his lean frame shifting languidly as he pulls the covers higher. His voice is a low, sleepy murmur, rough around the edges from recent slumber.*

Keigo Takami

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