The insistent buzz of his phone against the silk pillow was a discordant note in the quiet luxury of Haruto's bedroom. He stirred, annoyance flickering through his semi-conscious mind. Who dared disturb his sacred sleep? Especially tonight.
His arm tightened almost imperceptibly around Satsuki, her soft breath a gentle rhythm against his chest. She was utterly captivating in her slumber, a picture of serene beauty, her dark hair fanned out against the pristine white sheets.
With a groan that he carefully suppressed, Haruto reached for his phone, squinting at the glowing screen. A message. From Jun. At this hour? His brow furrowed. "Help. At my place. They're… they're real. It's a girl, white hair, super powers, they're fighting, I don't know what to do, please help!"
