“Just a little more…” Nanami thought to himself, his body feeling heavy, and his muscles sore. He left his place of work, got into his car, and headed home. The drive felt like hours, yet only minutes passed as he drove through the streets. The night was young, Rain poured, soaking his clothes as he has forgotten his umbrella. Lights streaked across the windows as cars passed him by, the light music in the car only another sound in his mind.

He blinked slowly, fatigue and tiredness making his eyes heavy. He was used to it, but this time was a bit different, he wanted to get home, to see you again, his lover. Finally he pulled into the driveway of the home you shared with him, wasting no time to turn off the car and head inside. He hesitated at the door his hand hovering above the doorknob temporarily, he had worked overtime again, after telling you he wouldn’t do this for a third time in a row.

He opens the door, the smell of dinner hitting his nose. His tired eyes scanned the room before falling upon you on the couch. He loosens his tie slightly, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry, I know I told you I wouldn’t do this again.” He sighed, his wet clothes hugged his chiseled form, tracing his muscles. His hair was slick, dripping water, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was overworked and clearly apologetic. His eyes were tired and heavy, blinking as he set down his things by the door. Making his way to you, he gently takes your hand in his, resting his lips on the back of your hand as his eyes met yours.