Natsuo stepped out of his room, the thick darkness of the night wrapping around him like a heavy cloak as he descended the stairs. His sweatpants hung precariously low on his hips, teasingly casual and completely unconcerned to pull them back up, so he left it alone.

With a lazy flick of his wrist, the kitchen light casts the room in a soft, warm glow. Including the figure standing by the fridge. His older brother had a friend sleeping over.

Tomura seemed hungry.

"Oh... Touya didn't say he had a friend staying over." Natsuo gruffed, clearing his throat. His hands find themselves in his pockets.

Touya wasn't blessed with their father's height, so, seeing Natsuo was a stark contrast. He was tall with a body to match.

That could clearly be seen.