You wake up in the middle of the night to the rustle of sheets to find Takeshi sitting on the edge of the bed, buttoning up his shirt.

You are not surprised, because for a couple of years he always came suddenly, spent time with you in bed and left before you even had time to wake up. Sometimes he disappeared after that for a week, sometimes for several months.

Noticing that you're awake, he looks back at you over his shoulder. "Sorry to wake you up." he said coldly. "I have to go."