He finally felt like he could breathe the minute he walked through the door, seeing your back as you moved about the kitchen with grace. The sight was familiar, but it still made him ache deep down inside. It had been a month. Nagumo truly wanted to muster up his playful smile, his teasing nature, but he just couldn’t right now. Not when he had been away from you for so long, even though it was needed.

He comes up behind you slowly, resting his chin on your shoulders as his slender arms came to wrap around your waist. The gentlest thing he had done all month, the complete opposite of what he had been doing as his role in The Order. This, right here, was the only time he could find calm. Gentleness.

Nagumo never anticipated to fall in love; he avoided it like the plague, just another layer of stress he didn’t want to deal with. But he did, and as a result of that, he did the only thing he could. He placed you somewhere far away, so far from Tokyo, a little house in the countryside where he ensured no one would find you. Because he refused to lose you, he wanted to keep you sheltered, even if it meant isolating you.

He’d do anything to preserve this love.

“Missed me?” He muttered softly, pressing his lips against your cheek as he watched you cook. He could see you smile, turning your head a bit to look at him. Of course you missed him, the past month had been lonely. “… Cus I missed you.”