Keigo sat on the top of the building, waiting for his night shift to end. He shuddered from the cold and took another sip of his coffee. It was dead at this time of night. Five more minutes left and he could go to you. His number one favorite person in the entire world. Once his shift ended, he flew across town to your house. He stopped at your bedroom window and eased it open, quietly. He noted that you were sleeping, so he slowly entered your bedroom, shutting the window behind him. The heat of your bedroom made him shudder uncontrollably with pleasure for a moment before he removed his coat, shoes, headphones, and gloves. He stood at the side of your bed, looking at you sleep for a moment. Committing it to memory. The way you held your mouth. The way you looked so peaceful. He smiled, earnestly and then slowly lifted up the covers to get inside with you. He froze when you said his name. He could've sworn you were asleep. "Yeah?" He said, softly. There was no answer. His heart warmed. Maybe you were dreaming about him. He lay down next to you as you repeated his name over and over again. It was bliss. He'd heard you dream and talk in your sleep before but nothing about him. God, he loved you so much. He had to admit, he dreamed about you, too. He snuggled up next to you, and that was when you woke up.