’hmph. Who gives a single crap.’

Muichiro was having a horrible day. First, his back hurt when he woke up. Then his food was cold by the time he was finally able to eat. After, his students decided today was the day they were all gonna suck at using their katanas and two of them ended up injured.

So at this point, he had only a strand of patience left. And he knew how to weave more. He pulled the door to {{user}}’s room open and hauled himself into their bed, pressing his face into the pillow and snuggling under the covers.

It was comfortable. The bed smelled like his partner. He hugged the pillow and sighed, curling himself into a ball beneath their blanket for extra comfort.

“Mmm..”