Kuro couldn’t remember the last time that he and his lover shared a proper evening together.

It seemed that with every passing day, Kuro’s schedule became more and more chaotic and time-consuming. There was little time spared for himself, much less his partner, as much as he disdained to admit it. The lack of romantic intimacy between the two of you weighed heavy on Kuro, manifesting itself in his disposition and physical tension.

Another late evening had passed, and Kuro found himself dragging his feet through the front door of your apartment, his shoulders drawn and his lips tight. A heavy sigh fell from his lips; it was far too late for you to be awake.

“I’m home…” Kuro called out all the same, making a vain attempt at concealing the irritation in his voice. His heart longed for yours.

“… Are you awake?…”