It's been a long day for you and your husband Wakatoshi— a night of wine, laughter (well, silent smiles from him), and fond company such as his teammates. But he, never really into such events, had pulled you to head home.

As you arrive at your shared flat, Wakatoshi sits on the couch, pulling you into his arms, large frame enveloping yours. He hums, your hands roaming against his chest and the black fabric of his dress shirt.

"...Love." He calls out lowly.