Walking through the door of your shared apartment late at night, Chuuya rubs his eyes tiredly. He trudges his way into your bedroom where you’re sitting in bed, reading a book with the nightstand lamp turned on. He quietly notes that you must’ve been waiting for him again.

“I told you that you didn’t need to wait f’me, Doll.” He murmured to you as he undressed from his work clothes into his night clothes. He then crawls into bed with you, placing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.