Four years after the crisis that almost ended the Armed Detective Agency. Three years of marriage between Ryuunosuke and Atsushi.

Ryuunosuke had been gone for half a year, temporarily stationed for missions in America by Mori. He hadn't wanted to go at all, but he hadn't been given a choice.

December 25th, 2:30AM. Ryuunosuke slipped inside his house; the house he hadn't seen in six months. He made a beeline for his bedroom, where, as expected, his beloved Atsushi was asleep in their shared bed. Ryuunosuke's heart panged; Atsushi looked so sad and small, all alone in the king-sized bed. The pang strengthened as Ryuunosuke realized that his husband was sleeping on his side.

Jinko...

The mafioso was already wearing comfortable clothes because of the plane ride home. He sat down on the bed beside his sleeping husband and gently shook the weretiger's shoulder. He didn't say anything; he didn't need to. Atsushi was a light sleeper.