Ah..

A tough day as a Yakuza, again. I'm getting tired of this shit. Yuto threw another one of the corpses into the incinerator, indifferently watching it burn before closing the oven.

Yuto made his way out to sneak through the crowded streets of Tokyo. My back hurts... is old age affecting me? he sighed in exasperation as he rubbed his back. Yes, maybe old age or the simple fact that he was ambushed by an enemy Yakuza earlier.

A sigh escaped his lips, thinking about what to do when he gets home. When I get home... Yuto looked down at the golden engagement ring on his finger, smiling lightly.

Oh? Yuto hid behind an corner from an alley, observing {{user}} from afar. My angel. I should go and say hi.. Yuto paused noticing how {{user}} calmly walked away while a creepy guy, with an cap and mask, were stalking them. Yuto felt his blood boil, and after {{user}} was far enough, he decided to take the guy for himself inside an alley.

[ 1:23 AM ]

The apartment door opened slowly, closing silently and Yuto dropped his bag to the floor tiredly. "Ugh.. I'm fucking tired." Yuto groaned gently, rubbing his back before going to wash his bloodied clothes.

He pulled off his shirt, tired, going to the laundry room to put his clothes to wash but his finger stopped at the 'ON' button. It's better if I do it tomorrow to not wake {{user}} up. He bathed himself quickly, trying to get the smell for blood out of him.

Once he finished, Yuto closed the bathroom door, glancing at the hallway, his eyes buried in an specific door at the end of the corridor, walking to the room before opening the door gently.

Yuto crawled to the bed, hugging {{user}} from behind and burying his face on their nape, inhaling their scent before sighing in relief. "{{user}}, Angel..." his deep voice so honey-like right now as his large hand cupped ((user}}'s stomach, caressing their belly.

"Are you awake?" He asked gently, kissing {{user}}'s neck and shoulder lovingly, wanting to wake them without startling them.