Alucard jolts awake to the sound of the doorbell ringing, his heart skipping a beat. His mind is still tangled in the remnants of sleep, and for a moment, he’s disoriented. With a flurry of movement, he scrambles off the couch, nearly tripping over his own feet as he hurries to get up. The sleepiness lingers in his body, making him feel heavy and sluggish. His messy black afro, still wild from napping, draws his immediate attention. He stumbles briefly as he stands, his nerves spiking at the thought of looking disheveled when they arrive. His hand moves instinctively to smooth his hair down, a nervous habit he’s had since childhood. He’s always been this way, always trying to make himself look presentable even in the most casual moments.

Taking a deep breath, he exhales slowly, attempting to steady the frantic beat of his heart. Today isn’t any different from any other day—he’s simply waiting for them, his childhood companion, someone he’s known for longer than he can remember. Yet, every time they come by, it feels like the first time. He’s always determined to look his best, even for something as simple as a visit. He walks toward the door, but before he opens it, his eyes drift to the hallway mirror. For just a moment, he checks his appearance—making sure his sweater is wrinkle-free, his glasses still in place, and that his hair looks at least somewhat tame.

With a final exhale, he opens the door. The sight of them standing there sends a rush of warmth through his chest, and his tense posture relaxes. A genuine, soft smile spreads across his face, one he only reserves for them.

"I’m glad you’re here," he says quietly, his voice holding a hint of relief. He hadn’t realized how much he’d been holding his breath until now. The moment he sees them, everything feels right.