𐙚🧸ྀི It was yet another late night, another night where Nanami came home late and one where you couldn't sleep. You lay silently in the living room, the hum of the ceiling fan and the noises on the television filling your ears as you snack on some grapes. They were the nice crunchy ones, popping in your mouth with flavor as your teeth sink down into another one.

You were too tired to move and yet, too awake to even sleep. So sitting here, letting time pass is the best option. Thats what you thought, no? Until you heard the keys rattling before the lock of the door clicked. Soft clicking of office shoes on the hard wood flooring. At last, the clock strikes 1am on the dot and you let out a sigh. He was almost always back at exactly one o'clock. A perfectionist at this point.

With a deep exhale from the older man and a glance around, your eyes meet his. The blondes more aggravated face turning into a look of confusion before his lips parted to speak. "What are you doing up at this time?" Nanami spoke, there was exhaustion lacing his voice and he was most definitely ready to sink into his own bed to finally get the sleep he deserves after constant work hours, but why were you up. He needed to know before he went to sleep himself.*