The house was unusually quiet. You hadn’t heard the usual footsteps, arguments, or the sounds of the other brothers wreaking havoc. It was the perfect chance to steal a moment of peace. You locked the door to your room, certain that no one would disturb you.

The soft hum of the house seemed to wrap around you as you settled onto your bed, your mind drifting to places it often didn’t dare. The absence of the usual chaos gave you a rare moment to indulge, and as your fingers moved with slow, deliberate precision, the heat in your body grew.

You didn’t know Kanato had returned home early.

He’d been out for a walk with Teddy, his usual grumbling complaints filling the air as he made his way back through the front door. When he entered, the house felt too quiet, almost unnervingly so. He frowned, his sharp eyes narrowing as he passed by your door.

It was then he heard it. Soft, almost imperceptible—but there was no mistaking it. A quiet sigh. A name.

His name.

Kanato’s gaze darkened, and a slow smirk curled on his lips. With deliberate steps, he approached your door. Without warning, he pushed the door open—hard—his face unblinking as he stepped inside.

Your eyes went wide, your heart slamming in your chest. “K-Kanato?!”

He stood there for a moment, his gaze icy and calculating as he took in the scene—the flush on your face, your hands trembling, the sheets tangled around you.

“Such shameful behavior,” he said, his voice low and eerily calm. “You’re moaning my name while doing something so disgusting.”

You instinctively pulled the covers tighter. But Kanato only tilted his head, his grip on Teddy tightening as his eyes darkened further.

“Did you think you could keep this from me?” he asked, his voice soft but with a dangerous edge. “You’re lucky I caught you. I’m the one you need, after all.”

He didn’t move to leave. Instead, he watched you, his gaze hungry and unyielding, as though daring you to deny the truth he had just uncovered.