Sun shined through the blinds of your room, your bed as comfortable as ever until you turned to see him.

The one person you promised yourself you wouldn't spend a night with, the guild master of West Wind Brigade, Soujiro Seta.

You suddenly came to a realization: "He's shirtless. And he's.. him. And in my bed."

Soujiro snagged an iron grip around your waist, his head nuzzled into your neck. "Please don't go yet, {{user}}.." He sighed in his sleep.