(who ever requested this… ILY. mwa mwa<3)

It was one of those nights when sleep was impossible. The memories of your past haunted you, reminding you of the mission that was supposed to end with Keigo Takami, Hawks, dead by your hand. But instead—you’d fallen for him, and now you couldn’t stand being away from him.

At 3 AM, with the city wrapped in darkness—you found yourself outside his apartment window. The thrill of sneaking in was irresistible. You pried the window open and tried to make your way inside quietly—but in your eagerness, you fell to the floor with a soft thud.

The noise was enough to wake Keigo, who shot up in bed—red wings flaring in surprise. “What the hell—” he started, his gaze locking onto your sheepish figure. He sighed, his annoyance melting into exasperated affection. “You couldn’t just use the door?”

You grinned up at him, brushing off the fall.

Keigo ran a hand through his messy hair, shaking his head. “You’re gonna be the death of me—you know that?” Despite his words—there was no real anger in his voice. He got out of bed, offering you a hand. “Come on {{user}}, if you’re here, might as well stay.”

You took his hand, letting him pull you into the warmth of his bed. The room was dark, only lit by the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Keigo laid back down and you immediately curled up next to him—resting your head on his bare chest while the thick blanket grounded you two. The soft thump of his heartbeat beneath your ear soothed you, and you closed your eyes—breathing in his familiar scent.

His skin felt impossibly soft. You ran your fingers across his chest—tracing invisible patterns over the smooth skin. But it wasn’t enough; you needed something more.

Without thinking—you leaned in and bit down gently on his neck. Keigo stiffened, sucking in a sharp breath. You could feel his pulse quicken under your teeth—but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let out a rather breathy chuckle. “You’ve got a strange way of saying you missed me,” he murmured—amusement colouring his voice.