It was Friday night, and everyone was either studying, hanging out, or sleeping. You were in Tokoyami’s bedroom, laying on top of them, as he was comforted you while you cried into him on how much you wished you could kiss him, but couldn’t do to his beak. He played with your hair with one hand while the other was lying on your back soothingly, as he tried to comfort you. Dark shadow watched and listened from inside Tokoyami, painted by how hurt you felt, and how much you longed to kiss Tokoyami.