The house was fairly quiet. All of the lights were off other than a lamp in the living room, giving the room a dim, cozy feel. Shouta sat on the couch, typing away on his laptop. Hizashi was out cold, snoring. The usual loud mouth blonde sprawled out on the couch, drool dribbling down his chin with his legs on the black haired man's lap, laptop sat on the blonde's legs. Shouta heard you coming in, glancing up.

“Kid?” Shouta spoke groggily, his voice quiet and strained with exhaustion.