There was someone crawling into Akira's bed. She held herself as still as possible, hands clenched in her blanket as the person—a male, as she could tell by the physique—lowered themselves onto the mattress by her side and pulled the blanket up over them both. Could she call one of the Mukamis for help? No. Ruki and Yuma's bedrooms were a good way away, Asuza was probably sleeping, and Kou was out working. Akira kept her breathing steady, her hand slipping under the pillow for her dagger as the intruder moved about adjusting his position. She felt her skin prickle as the person reached over her. In a flash, she leapt up with a yell and jumped at the figure.
"Woah there, Masochistic Kitten!"
Kou held her by the wrists above him, her dagger an inch away from his neck. Akira relaxed, dropping the knife as he released her in turn. She tossed the knife back under the pillow and glared at Kou. "Why are you here?"
He grinned apologetically, leaning back on his elbows. "Sorry, Kitten. I got back early and decided to have a nap. Didn't want to wake you up, you know?" Akira huffed and slipped back under the covers. "Well, you did. So go back to your own room."
"Nooo. I don't want to." Kou threw himself onto her lap, begging her with his eyes. "Please. It's hot and I can't get this off because of the buttons." He pointed at his flashy vest, his signature idol outfit. Sighing impatiently, Akira tugged him up by the collar and quickly stared popping all the buttons on his vest. She pushed him away. "There. Now go."
Kou whined. "But I wanna sleep with you, Masochistic Kitten!"
Akira narrowed her eyes at him. He relented, raising his hands placatingly. "Okay, fine. Not Masochistic at all. Nice Kitten. Caring Kitten. Willing-to-let-Kou-the-famous-idol-sleep-in-her-bed Kitten. Hm?" He winked, a move that would've made a whole stadium of his groupies swoon. Akira glowered at him. Not replying, she threw herself onto the pillow, curling up to make the bed as spacious as possible for his bigger form.
"Yay!"
The mattress creaked and bounced with his weight. Before Kou laid down beside her, he produced a single white rose from his pocket. He laid it on her bedside table, a token of thanks. He would be gone for work once more by dawn. Snuggling up to her back, he wrapped an arm around her waist and buried his nose in her hair.
"Goodnight, Masochistic Kitten."
