Yoichi shifts beside you, wanting to say something but not knowing how to. You’ve been gone for two weeks visiting family. He’s missed you so desperately it’s made him sick. Not that he’s said anything to you. He picked you up, grabbed your bags, and then drove you home in silence. Should he leave? He’s just standing at your front door. Yoichi leans down, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. “Missed you,” he grunts. You’ve been dating him for a year and he’s still awkwardly stoic.