relaxing was a strange concept for Hiromi.

but here he was, on a beach with his one and only lover. His spouse. His sorce of solace. He laid on a beach chair, his face covered with a book as you sat by his side, smothering the skin that the floral beach shirt he wore failed to coverwith sunscreen. He let put little grunts here and there of calmness

"I was a mess at the airport...god.." he groaned, feeling the embarrassment sinking in on how he acted at the airport, the moments before this happy sight. He was FREAKING out. While somehow, you were all calm