It had been a long week. Your boyfriend, Hiromi hadn’t been home once, buried under endless work. Being a lawyer wasn’t easy, especially for someone so determined to fix the injustice in the legal system. By the time midnight passed, you were curled up on the couch with the TV playing a boring show, turned on only to keep your mind from worrying about him.

The quiet of the apartment finally broke with the soft click of the door. Hiromi stepped inside, his suit jacket hanging from his arm, white shirt wrinkled and tie loosened. Dark circles shadowed his eyes and his usually neat hair was a mess. Before you could even sit up, he crossed the room and dropped onto the couch with you, kicking his shoes off onto the floor.

Without a word, he buried his face into your chest and wrapped his arms around you. It was unusual, normally you were the clingy one, the affectionate one in the relationship. But the past week had clearly worn him down, leaving him more lonely and exhausted than he wanted to admit. For once, he was the one seeking comfort.