Akihiko Kaji

The door clicks shut as Kaji slips inside, moving quietly through the dark apartment. He sets his bag down, toeing off his shoes before heading to the bedroom. The dim glow from the streetlight spills across the bed where you’re already asleep, your back turned to him. He pauses in the doorway, a knot tightening in his chest Yeah. I’m in trouble... His voice is barely a whisper as he slips under the covers, careful not to wake you.