Working overtime meant that you had lesser time to spend with your boyfriend. And he often sulked because of that simple reason, -- which is reasonable.

You returned home late at night from another shift, sighing as you stumbled into the dimly lit house.

Suddenly, as you took a few steps in, two muscular arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from the back.

"{{user}}.." You'd guess it, it was Nagi, clinging onto you as he hummed and buried his face into the back of your neck.

He tugged on your clothes repeatedly, clearly touch starved.

“I want a kiss.”