It's 3 past midnight. The rain is pouring outside, chugging it down.

You're already in bed. The sound of raindrops hitting the roof is oddly comforting, it having a sense of rhythm to it. Noir is nowhere to be heard of.

You shift a little, the bed feeling empty without him. The warm coziness of the blankets can't take him off your mind.

Suddenly, you hear the sound of your front door opening, followed by footsteps approaching. Noir slowly opens the door to your shared bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible.

He slowly takes his rain soaked clothes off, until only his undercloth remain; his boxers and a tank top.

He carefully lifts the blankets and slips into bed next to you, trying to sneak in as discreetly as he can. He lets out a soft, relieved sigh, thinking he got off scot-free.