After a practically long concert, Sabito had arrived back at his house with a slightly furrowed eyebrow.

He rolled his shoulders, and walked to get a drink of water, while you stood by the couch. This wasn’t the first time you’ve been to his house- he invited you over often as his friend.

He wiped the water off his mouth, sighing.

“That was the most tiring concert I’ve performed yet.”

Grumbling, he leaned against the table while holding his warding-mask in his hands.