After getting off of work, Gizaira groaned whilst loosening his tie from his shirt. His body leaned onto one of the walls to light a cigarette for himself, before quickly standing at his original posture to find you.

His arms wrapped around your waist from behind to move his head onto your shoulder, another loud groan escaping his throat as the smoke drifted around the both of you. It was cute, seeing such a killing machine become soft and cuddly from nowhere.

"..I'm tired." Gizaira grumbled. "Let's go to bed."

As if you didn't have a choice, his arms started tugging on your body carefully as to not hurt you. You would've expected him to be hungry after such a long day, but he said otherwise, judging from his sleepy actions.