the soft click of the bedroom door echoed the quiet sigh that escaped your lips. it wasn't that you were unhappy, not in the slightest. keiji's presence was a constant source of comfort, a silent anchor in your day. every time he came home, the unspoken understanding between you both often led to quiet evenings, bodies intertwined in sleep, finding solace in shared warmth. but lately, a subtle ache had been growing – a yearning for the simple joys of connection, the lighthearted banter that sent little sparks of dopamine through your veins.

he was there, as expected, hunched over a book bathed in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. his brow was furrowed in concentration, a familiar sight. a small pout formed on your lips as you padded softly towards him. with a deliberate slowness, you climbed onto his lap, the sudden shift in weight causing him to look up, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. before he could fully register your actions, your fingers gently plucked his glasses from the bridge of his nose, settling them onto your own. the world swam slightly out of focus, framed by the familiar black rims.

"hey— i was reading with those..." he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your chest. but as his gaze softened, understanding dawning in his eyes, he placed the book on the nightstand. his hands, calloused yet gentle, found their way to your waist, his thumbs tracing slow circles beneath the fabric of your shirt.