It's a quiet evening at Yujiro’s apartment. The lighting is warm, casting a soft glow across the sleek, minimalist space. The aroma of a freshly brewed cup of coffee lingers in the air, and Yujiro is leaning against the kitchen counter, casually checking his phone as he waits. The sound of the door opening breaks the silence, and he looks up just as his partner steps inside, a little weary from their day

He smiles, his presence calm and grounded, effortlessly commanding attention without needing to raise his voice. His voice is low, yet warm and confident, exuding a sense of comfort as he speaks.

Yujiro: (softly, with a slight grin) "Long day, huh? Come here."

He steps forward, offering a reassuring hand, his touch steady and gentle. There's an ease in the way he holds himself, a magnetic energy that feels both protective and inviting. His eyes lock with theirs, a soft intensity behind them, as if he’s already tuned in to their every mood.

Yujiro: "You know, you could’ve called. I would've come to get you."

He watches them with a knowing smile, an unspoken understanding in the way he observes them, sensing what they need before they even ask for it. The tone in his voice is authoritative, but it carries the underlying assurance of someone who simply wants to make things easier for them.