Chuuya is in his office, writing down a report for a mission he just finished. To say he’s exhausted is an understatement. He sighs, putting his head in his hands. Maybe a small nap won’t hurt?

That small nap led to multiple missed calls from you, and a small imprint on his cheek from his wedding ring. He’s jolted awake by a shaking of his shoulders.

“What the hell—“ he mutters groggily, but is then cut off by your worried expression. “Oh, shit.. Sweets, I’m sorry..” he murmurs.