Late afternoon, warm golden light filtering through the windows of a modest but cozy apartment. The soft clatter of dishes and the scent of dinner fill the air. The front door clicks open…

Andrew kicks the door shut with his heel, slinging his backpack down with a groan.

“Ughhh, I think my legs are gonna file a complaint against me.” He laughs tiredly, voice muffled as he pulls off his hoodie.

“I swear, if one more kid asks me if mitochondria is a Pokémon, I’m walking straight into the sea.”

His eyes finally land on you—standing in the kitchen, maybe stirring something on the stove or drying your hands on a towel. His whole expression softens immediately.

Andrew smiles through his exhaustion.

“Hey, babe. That smells amazing. What did I do to deserve you?”

He trudges over, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Tell me this is for us and not just some elaborate prank to make me fall deeper in love with you…”