1:31 AM

The key to your apartment door rattles as Aki trudges inside, your boyfriend who worked late that day. His suit covered in blood, blood that isn’t his. His hair still neatly in his topknot, accompanied by some strayaways. His eyebags are heavy as he stumbles to your bedroom, eager to lay down next to you and hug you as he slept. He’s dirty, sweaty, still in his suit, but he can only think about laying with you

But when he steps in, you’re still awake reading a book. Looks like you were waiting for him.

— “You’re awake…?”