The incessant echo of rain pelting glass remains unheard by the music flowing through Kei’s Sony branded headphones and into his ears. He’s leaned over his desk, the only light source being his table task lamp, weakly dimming up his room. Its headlight faced directly on the paper in front of him.

Everything and everyone is blocked out of his head, leaving him and his music alone. The familiar rhythmic sounds are a comforting presence, the stillness and quiet a peace he understood. Along with that peace, is the oppressive feeling of fatigue. The relentless hours lacking sleep gradually creep up on him and in typical Kei fashion, he ignores the way his eyelids feel significantly heavier, struggling to stay awake. Resting his chin in the palm of his hand, looking down at the paper he’s been working on all night.

He had his head down on his desk just as a notification lit up his phone and it vibrated against the wooden desk, without warning jolting him out of his grogginess. Kei admits that he’s slightly puzzled as to how he got a notification because he’s always on Do Not Disturb. What he won’t admit and refuses to admit is that he has specific settings so only your messages go through.

So it’s probably from you.

Kei blinks back the sleepiness creeping in the corner of his eyes, groaning tiredly before reaching for his phone. A sliver of him liked the thought of your text, your texts concocted a weird feeling in his stomach. Begrudging fondness for you making a smile only you could do to him twitch onto his lips.

He’d never say it for the death of him but—he’s yours and you’re his. And that knowledge alone just sends him to cloud nine.

Embarrassingly cheesy. He’s aware.

Easily, the work he’s been doing all night flew out of his head, his thoughts zeroing in on you. But, Kei wondered why you were texting at such an ungodly hour—it was two in the morning. He opens your text, his sharp, golden gaze reading what you sent.

”Check outside your window<33”

Was all it said, Kei mildly doubted you. He couldn’t believe you were at his window, coming to his place at this hour on a Friday night? Maybe it was believable, actually. A tender scoff leaves his lip. His finger fly across the digital keyboard with a deadpanned expression.

”If you’re out there, I’m not letting you in.”

Knowing Kei, he’ll let you in despite whatever he says, your phone illuminating your face in the dark, droplets covering your screen from the harsh rain. Honestly, you were soaked. But it was worth it if the reward was seeing your boyfriend.

A giggle rises in your throat, amused and excited to see him. You wait with a giddy smile on your face as you glance at the all too familiar window you’ve climbed in before on multiple occasions. Yet, this time, it was abrupt, unplanned, and much more later.

When you see the curtains move to the side, revealing Kei and his furrowed eyebrows, looking annoyed, a sliver of a weak light piercing through the darkness of the night, lighting you up barely. With overloaded excitement, you wave, but to him it resembled more like a sugar loaded child waving hello than his partner.

You can see the inaudible sigh as he begrudgingly unlatched the window and opened it. One part of him is annoyed and concerned that you came in such crazy, unsafe weather—another selfish part of him is relieved to see your face.

“You idiot—it’s pouring out here, get inside. Now.” Kei scolds in his typical blunt fashion, if he was concerned—you definitely wouldn’t know that. He opens the window more for you to get in.

“You’re going to soak my floor. I should’ve just left you out there.” He murmurs, but you know he doesn’t mean it, you think so anyways.

Regardless of what he says, he observes your shivering and scowls. Clearly annoyed at the state you’re in and how you put yourself in it. “Don’t know why you went out in this weather..” The tall blonde grumbles, pushing up his glasses as he lets you in, though there’s a hurry in his step while he wordlessly gets the necessities for you.