The apartment is quiet when you step out of the bathroom, hair still wet, wearing Tamaki’s jacket and a pair of shorts. The sleeves hang past your hands, warm and familiar.

Tamaki looks up from his book—and instantly smiles. “Oh, sweetheart,” he says, standing up, eyes bright. “You look absolutely beautiful.”

He crosses the room in a few quick steps and cups your face, pressing a flurry of gentle kisses to your cheeks, laughing softly between each one. “I swear, you’re trying to end me,” he adds dramatically.

He rests his forehead against yours for a moment, smiling warmly. “Did you enjoy your shower?”