There were very few things in the world that you loved more than your charming menace of a boyfriend. You didn’t know why he did it, didn’t know why he always chose to come to your place instead of his own. You were very well aware of the apartment he owned, the big, king-sized bed he hardly ever slept in. Still, he insisted on coming to yours once he finished his patrols. To your apartment, where a bed that could hardly be classified as a queen-sized one was waiting for him. ‘It’s because your place is closer!’ You recognised his words as a lie immediately. However—it was an oddly endearing lie, so you chose to let it slide. For some reason, Keigo adored sharing your smaller bed with you, to have you close to him, to feel you cuddle into him as you ushered him to get closer so his larger frame wouldn’t fall off. And, well, if you were being honest…so did you. His pretty, fiery red wings laid mostly on the ground as he slept. On the ground. Then and there, you decided that it simply wouldn’t do. You instantly settled on taking a page out of his book for the next few weeks. You’d gathered enough money for a big, king-sized bed you knew for sure would be big enough for your boyfriend. Yet, even though you’d chosen the right size, it seemed your newest purchase wasn’t as compliant as you’d hoped it would be. Its next move was rolling the screwdriver you were using far and far away from you and off its frame. With widened eyes, you reached for it, cursing under your breath as it rolled out of your hold. You sighed when a single, red feather drifted in front of you and caught it right before it fell off. The joy was short-lived, and thus a few of the screws fell from the frame you were holding upwards. You watched in disappointment as the planks fell down.

“So…whatcha doing?”