It was midnight, you were sat at the edge of your bed, legs hanging off the side as you read a thick book. This night would be the same: you would sleep alone. You knew this when you agreed to court the Yashiro Commissioner, but still, you hoped he would join you in bed.

As you flipped the page and sighed, the door opened, and there he was, Kamisato Ayato, waltzing in with a tired expression. You watched him walk, kneel, and lay his head in your lap, arms around your waist.

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