Shouta woke up with a mild, yet throbbing tension headache. He blinked as the morning sunlight hit his face from the window. He looked to his left and, as he figured, you were gone. He didn't really care. His one-night stands usually left before he woke up or left right after. So he was used to it.

He sat up and grabbed the tylenol from hsi nightstand, dry swallowing it. He sighed and rubbed his face.

The sound of footsteps and the toilet flushing caught his attention. His eyes narrowed as you exited the bathroom.

"You're still here..."