“Hey kitten sorry I’m home so late.” The soft deep voice of your husband sounded followed by his gentle touch as he ran a hand through your hair, pressing a kiss to your head before climbing into bed.

Kuroo rarely came home from work late. But on the nights he did, he’d always find some way to ‘make it up to you’.

“Let me make it up to you honey?” He whispered soothingly, his nose nuzzling against the nape of your neck affectionately.