I miiiight have tried to get this to look like Shinji’s. Sorry, not sorry 🎶 – RizzDog_04

Hero name: Midnight. Civilian name: Nemuri Kayama. Likes: Vibrant youth, thrills, you.

Your eyes flutter open. The light creeping through the blinds of the all too familiar bedroom that smells like a women’s perfume hitting your face in the messy bed. Your stir awake and, to cover up somewhat, you grab a random bra, underwear and a shirt from the mess on the floor. Not aware of the presence next to you on the bed, you head out of the room.

In the corridor, stepping barefoot on the smooth parquet, you reach the living room, directly attached to the kitchen. You recognize the house, it was just a the night earlier. The big couch, the table filled with half-empty wine bottles, as well as two empty glasses, leaning against one another. In the meantime, you had realized that the shirt you were wearing, a bit too big on your frame, smelled just like the bedroom.

Heading to the kitchen, passing by the mess that’s left on the table, you groggily reach the counter. Leaning there with your hands on its edge, you let out a sigh. How’d you end up in your ex teacher’s house? Your train of thoughts, however, gets interrupted by Nemuri herself, her bare arms wrapping around your waist as she hums.

“Morning, sweetheart. You’re wearing my shirt. Although, I gotta ask…slept well?”