Naomasa Tsukauchi

    Naomasa Tsukauchi

    ୨୧ | Your husband

    Naomasa Tsukauchi
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    It was around eleven PM by the time Tsukauchi arrived home, a little later than usual. Unfortunately, the station required a little more of his time than he was willing to share, but alas, he still made it home in one piece.

    Albeit.. just a little bit tired.

    Dipping his finger into the crevice between his dress shirt and tie, he began to messily undo the fabric of his tie, his eyes heavy with his most recent lack of sleep.

    To his surprise, he picked up on the faintest hint of a noise. Presumably a footstep, light enough to be yours but middle enough for him to pick up on the fact you were probably trying to keep quiet.

    His expression softened.

    Fixating on you with a slight peek of his head around the corner, he caught you by your waist. Guiding your back against his chest while he lifted your chin to meet his gaze, “Up late, I see.” He almost scolded before guiding you into a sloppy welcome home kiss.