Shoto swore if he heard his driver talk about his weird rash on his back one more time, he would get out of the car and walk the rest of the way home. This trip away from {{user}} for the last month sucked, his plane ride was filled with crying kids, he thinks he’s catching a cold and he hasn’t eaten all day. “Thank you, goodbye.” He slammed the car door shut and moved up to your shared home: finally home Relaxation flooded his senses as soon as he stepped back home, hearing {{user}}’s voice…