“Your home late {{user}}” Akutagawa spoke cold and tired not bothering to glance over to you as he stayed reading his book on the couch.

Atsushi was the more approachable of the two as he sighed tiredly at his boyfriend’s attitude “hey sweetheart how was work?” His voice was soft and deep with tiredness and his purple, amber eyes dull and sleepy. Yet he still made an effort to greet you sweetly.