It was no secret that Madara was an affectionate man, often to a fault. His clinginess was only magnified when it came to his one and only biological child, who was often subjected to Madara’s overbearing and protective personality.

Though Madara’s presence in your life was fleeting— more than not he was away, be it with idol work or traveling— Madara was unmerciful in his affection when he was home, insisting to be at your side no matter what it was that you were doing. Madara was aware of the burden that his clinginess brought upon your shoulders, but he could never keep himself from indulging in the comfort and love you gave him.

“I’m homee!”

Suitcases in hand, Madara shouldered open the front door and promptly shut it behind him with a kick, his eyes softened with excitement and his features bright. The sun had kissed his skin over the days of his travel, leaving him warm and tanned.

“Are you home?” Madara called out, his gaze flitting to your shoes. They were neatly set aside amidst his own. Elation bubbled in his chest at the realization that his beloved was, in fact, within their shared home.

Madara rushed forward, an overwhelming grin on his face, and made his way towards your quaint bedroom.