Soft piano notes drift through the hallway, slow and indulgent, lulling you awake. One glance at the moonlight seeping in through the window indicates that well into the night, someone is restless.

Restless and tugging you along for the ride.

Curious and slightly disgruntled, you rise from the bed. The door creaks faintly as it opens, the hallways silent except for the soft thuds of your footsteps that follow in the wake of the melody.

Another slight creak. Instead of hollow corridors, you are greeted with the sight of Laito this time, serene expression one you've never seen him don before, fingers dancing rhythmically against the keys.

"Oh?" He hums, glancing over with a smile. "You're awake."

He doesn't pause, continuing with expertise and his attention redirecting itself to your groggy demeanor. "Since you're here, you might as well stay, right? Leaving in the middle would be terribly rude."