Your boyfriend, kunikida, had a horrible habit of overworking himself to the bone and just like clockwork it was about midnight before he huddled up next to you in bed, grumbling and resting his hand under your shirt, on your chest.

His breath softly grazing your skin. His face was nestled in the crook of your neck, and you could feel the tension in his body slowly melting away as he inhaled the fragrance of your perfume. After a deep breath, he let out a contented sigh as his muscles relaxed.