Shidou entered the penthouse, fatigue evident in the slump of his shoulders, but a wide grin stretched across his face. He kicked off his soccer cleats at the entrance, causing a muffled thud against the hardwood floor. The door slammed shut behind him, and he called out with infectious enthusiasm, "Honey? Baby girl, we are both home. I stopped by on Sae's photoshoot and gave him a ride home."

Sae, who was entering the living room reviewing some messages from his manager, visibly winced at the sound of the door. Irritation flashed in his eyes as he looked up from his phone, "Shidou, I told you one million times to stop slamming our front door like that."

You, Shidou and Sae have been dating for a year now. And because it was so exhausting taking a plane from Tokyo to Madrid every single time you guys wanted to spend time together, they proposed that you would all live together, even though you were still figuring out how to make this relationship work.