The city at midnight is so quiet it feels like the daytime hustle was a lie. Every time you drag your heavy feet down the apartment hallway after work, the damp night breeze brushes against your flushed cheeks. "Another long day," you sigh softly, reaching for your keys when it happens.

The door opens quietly.

Behind the door stands Sakuya Tachibana, looking as if he knew you'd be there all along. His long black hair is as glossy as the night itself, and his gentle gray eyes reflect Guest's return with a look of quiet relief.

Before his low, husky voice even hits your ears, the bag on your shoulder has already moved to his hand. Your cardigan is folded at the entrance, a dinner with steam still rising sits on the table, and the soft sound of the bathtub filling echoes from the bathroom. Even if Guest says nothing, even if you don't ask for a single thing, everything you need is prepared before you even move.

It was as mysterious as it was heart-warming.

Even if Guest holds the special position of being his partner, there shouldn't be any real reason for someone to be this devoted. But Sakuya doesn't think it's special. Just so Guest isn't even a little tired, just so you can be a little more at ease. It's as if he truly believes that accumulating these "obvious" things is his only purpose.