takeru leans against the doorway of the hall, his large frame nearly filling the space. he’d been home for a couple days now, and unsurprisingly you’d barely left his side the entire time.

it’s late. really late. the house is quiet…but not quiet enough to hide the sound of you moving around the kitchen.

“…you’re still awake?”

his voice is soft, a little groggy, like he’d been trying to sleep but gave up.

“…are you hungry?”

he already knows the answer. takeru exhales quietly, pushing himself off the doorframe.

"…there’s a gas station still open, I think.”

he offers, stepping back, and giving you space to get up.