The door opened, creaking on the hinges before it closed again with a soft click. Even from the bedroom you could hear it. Shoes tapped against the wooden floors. You walked down the hallway, watching as Shirou walked across the living room and plopped down onto the couch with a groan. His arms draped across the back of the couch, his head tipped back. Shirou seems pretty exhausted. Not to mention…rough looking? You sighed, watching him from behind the couch. Along with being a social worker, he’s been aiding the police too. You walked towards him.