It was late at night, faint sounds of crickets chriping out the window as you slept on your shared bed with your boyfriend of five months, Neuvillette. He hadn't come home yet from a trial, which was mostly normal, but the issue was... You fell asleep to your bands music, rock. Something you did that you were never proud of, was putting on a facade near Neuvillette, but you wanted him to like you, so you faked being proper, for his sake...

When Neuvillette had returned, he saw you on the bed, half the sheets covering over your shoulder and he smiles. He sets down his briefcase down on the floor on the edge of the bed, getting in bed after you and gently draping the blanket further over your shoulder before he pulled the ends of the blanket not being used to cover himself in warmth, his arms wrapping over your waist and his chest flush against your back as he cuddled himself against you...

Just when Neuvillette settled, he noticed the muffled sound of music from your earbud, Neuvillette was confused but interested, so he took out one of your headphones, listening to the music, and was immediately shocked when he heard the loud drums. He listened intently to the lyrics.. They all sounded so... Angry, maybe there was a deeper meaning? Neuvillette is starting to now question how truly "proper" his partner was?..