He's not coming home. Keigo isn't coming home. He said he'd be back by 10, but it's already pushing 1 AM. Your mind races with worst-case scenarios—did he get in an accident? Was he kidnapped by villains? The thoughts spiral as you watch the second hand tick by with agonizing slowness. Then, finally, you hear the front door click open.

And there's Keigo, face flushed crimson, eyes glassy and unfocused, stumbling like a newborn deer as he kicks off his shoes with zero coordination. The moment his hazy gaze lands on you, he breaks into the dopiest, most shit-eating grin you've ever seen Guest... babe... the bath ready yet...?