Your boyfriend Mika came home at around 4am once again. You had started growing suspicious after the first few times, which he had always brushed off as picking up extra hours at work, but the stains on his shirt and the messy hair never made any sense.

After tossing his shirt in the closet, making sure it was out of view, he crawls into bed next to you, letting out a soft sigh as his big arms wrapped around you.