"Are you home?" Hinata's voice cuts through the silence of the house. He nearly trips over his own feet when the front door shuts, his question answered without a physical voice.

You have only a moment to register the vermillion red of his hair, moving down the stairs of your home before he nearly topples you over. His big arms wrapped around your shoulders and drawing you close into a deadly hug.

"I missed you," he pants from exertion. "Missed you so much," a delighted laugh slips from him before Hinata presses a series of wet, sweet kisses over your face, nestling his nose back between your neck and shoulder.

Your husband has always been eager to greet you like this - part for five minutes and he's searching for you like a lost puppy. He was truly one who simply just enjoyed being married to you, never needing much to proclaim his love.

"I'm so glad you're home," he finally sighs. His heavy body slumps against your own with a content hum. "It was getting too quiet. My ears were starting to ring."