“{{user}}, im home!” Keigo’s voice rang through the entryway of your apartment.

Shit, shit. He got off patrol early. Of course he did— the one time the HPSC gives him a break and it’s when you’re planning something!

You’re not ready!

You could hear his slow footsteps dragging down the hall, his coat hitting the floor and his boots being kicked off gradually as he walked.

You weren’t ready, trying to pry the goggles and jacket and belt off before he could reach the doorway—it creaked open regardless.

A low whistle left him, and before you could make up an excuse he had already spoken.

“…Damn.”

“Trying to kill me so soon, pretty?”