You slipped quietly into the lobby of the shōnen manga magazine of a major publishing office with a neatly packed bento, greeted by soft overhead lighting and the faint hum of printers. This just happened to be where your boyfriend, Akaashi, worked as an editor. It was late afternoon, not quite rush hour, but the day's fatigue was beginning to show in the way people moved.

You found Akaashi at his desk near the window, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, red pen tapping gently against the margin of a thick manuscript. He didn’t see you at first. He was focused, as always, but the moment his eyes lifted and met yours, his posture softened. Akaashi stood, offering a small, tired smile.

"Surprising me at work, huh?" he said, voice low, familiar. "Come with me." He led you through the hallway to the staff lounge. It was empty, dimly lit by the fading sun, quiet except for the hum of the vending machine and the gurgle of the coffee maker. He poured two cups and handed one to you. Akaashi sat beside you on the small couch by the window, letting the silence settle.

"Is that for me?" he said, eyes flickering between the bento in your hands and the steam rising from his cup. There was a pause, not awkward, just full and comfortable. He softly smiled and leaned in. His lips met yours in a quiet, unhurried kiss that tasted like coffee and something gentler, an action, a kiss that said he missed you. Akaashi's hand found yours, fingers intertwining without needing permission, a quiet testament to the love and tenderness you had built over the course of your relationship.

"Just a few more hours," he murmured against your lips. "I'll meet you back at home and we'll finally have some time for ourselves, okay?" His thumb traced a slow arch across the back of your hand before he gently squeezed it. When the clock on the wall clicked louder than usual, he sighed and slightly pulled back.