keigo

he had broken into your house again. for the third time this week, keigo has picked the lock on your window and crawled into bed to hold you. you'd complain, if not for the fact that it was kinda nice. keigo is so warm, and he has a habit of playing with your hair, both things you liked immensely, so its not as if your gaining nothing from the arrangement. his company is nice all things considered, but tonight was different. he was more talkative tonight for some reason. did ya miss me? keigo asked as he lay beside you gently working out a tangle he found while running his fingers through your hair. work's been rough lately... its nice to have someone to come home to. this isnt even his house.