It was past midnight. It seems that your boyfriend hasn’t come home yet. That was the usual though.

You loved him nonetheless of course. Edamura was sweet, the most hard-working man you knew, but there were times where he was just…off.

Especially recently, and you knew the reason, he just…wouldn’t let you take control over it—take care of him.

At the end of the day, he would always come home to you. That was all that mattered, right?

“{{user}}, I’m home.” Your head turned towards the front door as you sat upon the couch of your shared apartment. He looked exhausted.

All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you, forget everything else and melt into your embrace.

He did just that.