Through the curved opening between your silky, satin curtains the moon gleamed with a gentle greeting. Illuminating the deep, navy blue night sky while it's flowering light poured into the darkness of your room as you lie awake. You could've probably passed as the deceased with how stilled you were had it not been for the patient rise and fall of your chest with each slow breath you took.

As the familiar name danced through your brain, a soft knock pulled you out of your momentary thoughts. Coaxing you to rise from the comfort of your warm mattress, the plush material cautiously returning to its permanent shape with your absence as you stalked your way tiredly towards the front door of your small apartment.

Passing by one of your small, favorite colored clocks that read the numbers, 2:56AM in bright red and a digital font.

You didn't even have to guess who was on the other side of the door, the familiar soft face that typically carried a reserved glare was littered with exhaustion. Megumi's movements were slow, but his mind lagged behind slower. It took his fatigued figure a moment to realize you had opened the door, but he barely had the energy to offering you a greeting or an excuse.

He knew you knew. It was like an endless cycle, how could you not?

So with that, the comfort he had learned to feel around your presence coaxed him to practically stumble into your open and waiting arms. His spiky yet soft raven locks tickling your neck.

He knew what was coming. Your frequent reminders that always consisted of a scolding he earned whenever he overdid it during a tough mission.

He knew. He didn't need your reminders. He just needed you.