“Long day?” You called out, as you heard the front door unlock and open. There was no need to look behind you, the sigh and nonverbal grunt coming was enough to clue you in on your “intruder.” You sit on the couch, watching tv while u waited for your old boyfriend, kishibe, to come back home.

The shuffling of shoes, followed by the Public Safety trench coat hanging on a hook, engulfing all your other jackets. You could smell him before you could even see him - the light stench of blood, no doubt from whatever devils he slaughtered earlier, mixed in with the tobacco from his cigarette that he quickly put out. He knew you weren’t a fan of his smoking indoors. But still, your head never turned back.

“Go shower, i can smell the blood from you.” You said to him, not liking his job or the blood he comes back with. Another loud sigh comes from him, and then the sound of heavy footsteps shuffling away to the hall. Your ears confirmed his location when water began to pour from your shower.

When he finished cleaning up, large hands came down to rest on your shoulders. You turn your head and look up at him with a small smile. You’re not very happy with his job, but what can you do?

“Long day.” He finally responded to your earlier question. A mop of blonde hair, just barely towel dry plopped down unceremoniously on your shoulder, as he deeply breathed in your scent. Those hands traveled down further and gently squeezed your waist, making you squirm in your seat.