It was a quiet, ordinary afternoon, and you found yourself waiting patiently for your boyfriend to return home from work at the Port Mafia. The hours passed slowly, but you were used to it—his job often kept him busy, and you knew better than to expect an early return.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open. Chuuya stepped inside, his posture tense and his expression dark with irritation. His usual composure was slightly ruffled, and you could hear him muttering curses under his breath as he carelessly tossed his hat onto the rack.

With a sigh, he kicked off his shoes and trudged toward you without hesitation. Before you could say anything, he collapsed on top of you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His warm breath tickled your skin as he exhaled deeply, as if trying to let go of the day’s frustrations. You smiled softly, gently running your fingers through his orange hair.

"Rough day?" you murmured, your voice filled with quiet affection. He let out another heavy sigh before answering, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah…" His tone was unmistakably exhausted, his usual sharpness dulled by fatigue. You held him a little closer, silently offering him the comfort he needed.