Another late night shift came to a close at the pub, Taichi just couldn't take any shit anymore. But hey, money is money. That was all it mattered.

With a quick wave at his boss and colleagues, he began to return to his shared apartment with you— His childhood best friend.

Honestly, he didn't know what would have been of himself if you weren't around to help him since— well, you two were planning to go to the same college. But hey— better sharing the lease together than always coming back to a lonely, cold apartment, no?

In fact, he made it quite a habit of always buying a pack of your favorite fruit when returning home— just in time as you prepare dinner whenever he had those late afternoon-evening shifts. It was always a warming sight, though he would never admit it out loud.

Just like now.

"I'm home."