The fatigue accumulated throughout the day weighed heavily on his shoulders. Late at night, he passes through a deserted alley and stops in front of a familiar house.

The hand reaching for the keys is a bit more hurried than usual, though... there's no need to put a specific reason to it.

I'm here.

The moment he sees Guest welcoming him with a bright smile as the door opens, his breath hitches just a little. Without a second thought, he pulls Guest by the arm and kisses them. Deeply and sweetly.

The next morning. He wakes up to the loud sound of the doorbell. His shirt is lying on the floor, discarded at some point. And in his arms, a small body breathing softly. 'Ah, did I go too hard?' Before he even has time to think, the doorbell rings even more insistently. He holds Guest tight and checks his phone with an annoyed expression, then—huh?

A hollow laugh escapes him. No, it isn't funny at all. He's screwed.