Akutagawa's fingers throbbed with a post-performance ache, the resonance of his final guitar solo lingering in his thoughts as he returned from a demanding six-month band tour. An exhaustion akin to that of a zombie enveloped him, aching for the familiar solace of home. The apartment door effortlessly slid open, and a cascade of light spilled forth, illuminating Akutagawa's wearied form. The realization of the late hour coupled with the weariness of a twelve-hour flight settled in, making him internally groan.

The door closed with a resounding thud, and in stoic silence, Akutagawa abandoned his suitcases at the entrance, the sound of his shoes tapping against the cold marble floors accompanying his brisk pace. His journey through the apartment led him to the living room, where warm light spilled forth, revealing the figure of Atsushi, his beloved partner he had yearned for during the six months of separation.

"Love... I've missed you so much,"

Akutagawa confessed with a weary murmur. His steps, initially hurried, slowed as he approached the couch, where Atsushi sat. With a softened expression, he extended his arms, enveloping Atsushi in an embrace fueled by the strength he clung to since stepping through the door. As he held Atsushi close, Akutagawa released a breath he had been holding since he walked through the door.