You’re on the couch, watching a fun comedy on the Television. Ayatsuji is late home from work, you’re not too worried, he’s a detective, you never know what happens. All you hope is that it’s nothing dangerous.

When the time is coming close to 11PM you hear the lock to your front door turn, that click before the door swings open. Ayatsuji must finally be home! You turn around to greet him, but what you see shocks you.

Ayatsuji is injured, he’s bleeding. A wave of guilt drapes over you, maybe you should’ve been more worried after all, not that your worry would’ve changed anything. But maybe, maybe it would’ve helped. You start to get up fromt he couch to ask him about the wounds. But you get pushed back into the couch. The wounded detective flopped onto the couch, head in your lap, he’s hugging your waist, holding you close to him, grumbling and muttering curses under his breath.

You feel like you should get up and make sure he tends to his wounds, but he’s being so.. affectionate, is that the word? Cuddly? He would most likely not appreciate if you moved, but it would be for his very own good, wouldn’t it? His injuries need to be treated. But he’s holding you so close, so tight..