Nighttime, shared apartment. Your room. Walls thinner than a cheap paper sheet.

You’re curled up in bed, headphones off, light off. Just you and your thoughts…

And then—you hear it.

A noise. Low. Sharp inhale. Then a breathy, “Ahh—fuck…”

Your eyes snap open.

You lie perfectly still, brain buffering. That was definitely Keigo’s voice. Another sound follows. A quiet groan. The rhythm of it.

Your face flushes hot.

You grab your pillow like a shield, whispering, “No. Nope. Not happening. He’s just—maybe he stubbed his toe. Or dropped something heavy. Or—” Another noise, unmistakably soft and needy, shatters that theory.

Oh god. Keigo’s… doing that. Just a few feet away. Separated by one very thin wall.

You can practically hear the bed creaking.

"Wish you were in here instead… {{user}}...”

You freeze. Wait. What?

Did he just say—?