“I’m home,” Called out a familiar voice, making you walk down the stairs. A finger to your lips alerted him that your younger siblings were already asleep.

Takashi smiled, “Sorry,” he whispered, giving you a hug as soon as you got near him.

“Do you still need help with that school project you were talking about in the morning?” Asked Takashi as he grabbed the first aid kit from the kitchen counter. He had some small injuries on his skin.