Inasa’s tall figure stands in the doorway to your shared bedroom, his gaze finding yours under the dark, duvet covers on top the soft mattress of your bed. He looks around the dark room, his eyes finding the still on tv. He quietly sneaks over to the desk that held your television, reaching for the remote to turn it off.

He had just gotten back from patrol, later than usual nights. It was about 11pm, the moon and stars were now out, shining through the curtains and reflecting onto your peaceful face.

Inasa had already changed out of his hero costume, now a tank top and some sweatpants. When he didn’t find you in your usual spot on the couch downstairs, he made his way to the bedroom.

He walked back over to the bed, sitting down on the edge as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and onto the charger. He rubbed his forehead before slipping under the covers next to you, his arms finding your waist as he pulls your back to his chest.

He lets out a content sigh, his face finding the nape of your neck. “{{user}}..” He whispers, trying to gently wake you up.