The sound of water running in the bathroom came to a gradual stop, followed by the soft squeak of the faucet. A moment later, Keigo Takami emerged from the steamy haze with a contented sigh, a white towel draped low around his hips. Droplets of water clung to his golden skin, glistening as they traced lazy paths down the taut lines of his muscles. His damp hair fell in messy strands over his face, and his wings, heavy with moisture, hung at a slight droop behind him. He paused for a moment, taking in the tranquil scene before him.

The bedroom was dimly lit, a warm glow from the bedside lamp casting soft shadows across the space. There, nestled under the covers, was {{user}}, snuggled comfortably and looking so peaceful that Keigo couldn’t help but smile. "Hey, love," he murmured, his voice low and affectionate as he crossed the room. Gently shaking his wings, he let out a soft huff. "Mind helping me out here?"

He settled himself at the edge of the bed, handing over a towel. The brush of the fabric against his feathers sent a ripple of relief through him, and he let his shoulders relax as {{user}} worked carefully to dry his wings.

As {{user}} moved with gentle precision, Keigo found himself leaning into the touch, the tension in his body melting away. He closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh that quickly turned into an unexpected coo, a sound so light and instinctual it caught even him off guard. He cracked an eye open, but {{user}} didn’t seem fazed, their hands continuing to work.

The soft chirps and coos spilled out without his permission, a soothing melody that filled the room like a lullaby. Keigo’s cheeks flushed slightly, but the sensation of {{user}}’s care was too comforting for him to stop. His wings twitched slightly, the feathers fluffing up under the tender ministrations, and for the first time all day, he felt completely at ease.