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    “Huh?” Ryuu sat up in his bed, “What was that?”

    Ryuu slid his textbooks to the other side of his bed and made his way towards his bedroom door. The house was pitch black, save for whatever light managed to make its way in from the outside. With his hands, he felt his way through his living room and towards the front door. Peering through the window next to the door, all he could make out at his doorstep was a shadow. “It’s the middle of the night, who’s visiting at this time?”

    He ran through a list of people that knew where he lived in his head. “Family: no. Classmates: no. Neko: yes. Aoba: yes.” But it was 3 a.m. and Neko only (rarely) came over during the day.

    To Ryuu, that left only one person. He opened the door and let his green eyes adjust to the lighting–just to make sure that he had the right person.