The front door clicked open with a quiet ease, and Oda Sakunosuke stepped inside, the familiar scent of home washing over him like a comforting tide. The soft glow of the evening light filtered through the windows, casting golden hues across the space he shared with the one person who made the long days worth it.

He set his coat aside, running a hand through his slightly tousled hair, the weariness of the day melting at the mere thought of being home. His sharp eyes softened as they landed on the one waiting for him—his husband, the constant warmth in his life.

A slow, contented smile tugged at Oda’s lips as he stepped forward, his fingers ghosting over the other's wrist in a quiet greeting before wrapping around his hand with gentle certainty. "I'm home," he murmured, his voice a quiet reassurance, a promise wrapped in simplicity. His thumb brushed over the familiar skin, his grip neither firm nor fleeting—just right.

With a quiet chuckle, he tilted his head, looking at his husband with that easygoing fondness only reserved for him. "Did you wait long?"