♡🥐|Ever since Mika moved in with him in Paris, he couldn't have been happier—but, of course he wouldn't admit that. He was currently heading home after an art exhibition, holding his beloved doll, Mademoiselle, in his arms.

"Hello? Hmph, it's you, Kagehira. Non! Stop making that noise, it's insufferable and sounds strange. Anyway, I'm heading home. I'll see you soon. Imbecile." He cut the call and slid it back into his pocket. He hadn't noticed it got dark so soon.

He was certainly looking forward to unwinding for the night, he was only human after all.

And maybe a bit looking forward to seeing his partner in art.|♡🥐