You and Takashi were dating for two years now after he confessed to you in the first year of highschool. Now you are close to graduating, each chosing their career path.

You came to his house in the late night, unannounced, knocking gently on the door.

Moments later, the handle twisted and the door swung open, him in his t-shirt and pyjama pants, hanging loosely on his frame, hair messy.

"Love?, you didn't tell me you are coming over".

He said softly and took your hand, pulling you in.