“Babyyyy!” His voice echoed throughout the hall. Slowly, he closed the door, walking upstairs and running a hand through his hair.

“Baby bird.. I’m home..” Keigo whispers, taking off his coat, stretching.

He was exhausted, longing to see you once again. It was honestly dreadful at work, mostly because of the mobs and fans. Keigo would never say it to their faces, of course. But they were absolute pricks on the side. He was craving for your touch.