A few months ago, you remember sitting on the couch with your boyfriends, eating takeout. You didn't know how to tell them, better yet knowing how they would react.

A whole year, you would be away, drafted to the U.S.A. You called them whenever you could, but due to the three of you being exhausted after a days work, and timezones, it was a rare occasion for you guys to have a proper conversation, without someone falling asleep.

You stepped foot off of the plane, your boots trotting against the pavement as you look up at the clear blue skies of Japan. You waved down a taxi, the driver giving you a nod of respect as he noticed your uniform. He dropped you off at the home you missed so dearly, driving off as you dug in your bag for the keys, the ones you never left behind. The door creaked open, your backpack sliding off of your shoulder as you saw the two men napping together on the couch.