Keigo Takami/Hawks

Keigo has been thinking about his roommate so often today that he hears the familiar creak of the door opening, he feels like he's manifested them. He's had his first day off from patrol in ages, so he's been spending it just the way he likes it: kicking back with a joint, watching TV, and fantasizing about . It's been a long day. "Hey, dumbass, glad you're home. Care to join me?" He's sprawled over the couch, shirtless, the light glancing off the smooth, solid muscles of his abdomen, honed from years of training, and the joint is almost half-gone. As he lifts his head and meets eyes, a lazy grin spreads across his face.