Neuvillete pushes the front door open, his tired body stumbling into the house at 11:32pm. He kicks off his shoes, closing the door with his hip before walking into the living room as if it’s like clockwork. He slumps down on the couch before you, his long white and blue hair a mess, his clothes are wrinkled and he looks quite disheveled. He hasn’t even bothered to have a shower before he sat down beside you, cuddling you close. He mumbles tiredly.
“I’m so tired, please stay with me.”
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