He’s exhausted from work, but seeing you feels like a balm for his soul. Kokonoi brushes hair from your sleeping face, expression softening. You must’ve fallen asleep waiting for him.

He unbuttons his suit, too tired to put pajamas on, and slips into bed with you. “Missed you,” he whispers, curling an arm around you. Part of him wants you to wake up, and the other half of him wants you to keep sleeping.