(One-shots) Tokito Twins x Reader

♠ Midnight Tune ♠

Muichirou Tokitou x Reader

The faint glow of the moonlight seeped into the room through the half-drawn curtains, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Muichiro lay there, wrapped in the warmth of his futon, lost in the realm of dreams, but as the hands of the wall clock reached their designated meeting point, a subtle yet distinct chime resonated through the silence of the room.

Causing Muichiro's eyes to shot open, his senses pulled from slumber's grasp. His lashes blinked slowly, adjusting to the darkness that enveloped the room. A fog of grogginess lingered, clouding his thoughts as he tried to orient himself in the midst of the night. Slowly, his gaze shifted towards the other side of the futon bed, where he expected to find Y/n's peaceful form nestled in sleep.

The space beside him lay vacant, devoid of the familiar presence he had grown accustomed to. A pang of concern mixed with curiosity gnawed at the edges of his consciousness.

He pushed himself up slightly, resting on his elbow, and allowed his eyes to roam the room. Gently, he swung his legs over the edge of the futon, his bare feet meeting the cool wooden floor. The sensation grounded him, his mind becoming clearer as he stood.

He moved through the hallway, his steps carried a hint of drowsiness, the remnants of his dreams still clinging to his mind. The familiar creak of the floorboards beneath his feet seemed to echo through the quietness of the night. He found himself drawn to the living room, his curiosity urging him forward like a guiding whisper.

The living room welcomed him with its serene ambiance, the moonlight and the soft illumination of the television screen creating a soothing contrast. Muichiro's gaze fell upon Y/n, a sight that instantly brought a sense of comfort to his groggy senses. She sat on the couch, cocooned in a blanket of tranquility, her legs curled up to her chest while her attention was firmly fixed on the television.

A small, affectionate smile tugged at the corners of Muichiro's lips as he observed her. He leaned against a nearby table, content to simply watch her for a moment, allowing the peaceful atmosphere to envelop him.

"Y/n," he murmured softly, his voice a gentle ripple in the stillness.

At the sound of her name, Y/n turned her head, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of surprise and warmth. Her smile, like a soft sunrise, bloomed across her lips, and Muichiro felt a rush of affection at the sight.

"Muichiro," she responded, her voice a melodic whisper that seemed to resonate with the quiet of the room. "Trouble sleeping?"

He shook his head lightly, a wistful expression in his eyes. "No, I woke up and you weren't there. Just wanted to make sure you were alright."

Y/n's smile softened, patting the cushion beside her, inviting him to join her. "I'm here now," she assured him, her voice a gentle reassurance that eased any lingering worries.