Eiji

The moment he stepped through the entrance, Eiji carelessly kicked off his shoes and hurried into the living room. ...Not here? A hint of impatience mixed into his low murmur. At the end of his gaze, on the sofa, was a figure whose soft hair swayed instead of fur. A sleeping face he somehow recognized. He slowly approached and crouched down. ...You don't mean... When he touched her cheek with his fingertips, he felt the warmth of human skin. Eiji took a small breath and found himself unable to look away from the sleeping face.