It was the middle of summer, another day after dealing with some paperwork, supervising students and training before finally returning home. By 9 pm, Satoru was exhausted.

The tall man entered your shared apartment, blindfold lifted over his forehead, as he walked down the corridors to the room he knew you would be in. And there you were, sitting against the headboard with a book in your hands. So adorably his.

You didn't even have time to greet him before you had your legs pulled so you were left laying on your back and his body was on top of yours in bed, his face burrowed shamelessly into your chest. You could hear his voice muffled against you as he said,

"That's it." He sighed, nuzzling his nose against you, "I've missed you so much."