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It was a hot summer evening—the sun shining through the windows as Kaeya tied his hair up, due to the hot room being horrible—and the AC not working properly.

What he didn’t know, was {{user}} standing behind him like a little cat ready to pounce. A couple moments after he had tied his hair up, he felt the familiar lips he used to—placing gentle pecks and kisses all over the back of his neck.

He chuckled, " Don’t get me started—it's already hot enough as it is, no? "