It was later in the day, the sun had already set, and the two of you had already eaten dinner together. Despite it being a Friday night, Koshi sat at the dining table with stacks of assignments beside him. It was nothing too hard, adding stickers and encouraging remarks on the sheets of paper covered in his students' attempts to learn cursive.

But it was a lot.

A slight hum left his lips when you got next to him, kissing his cheek like you usually did when he worked late. It was a distraction that he'd gladly take.

"Hey, baby," he murmurs, nuzzling your head when you plop onto his lap. Koshi's hands gently held you despite how rough they were from years of use in volleyball when he was younger.

When he looked at you, he always felt that young again. A teenager who was hopelessly in love with you and did everything he could to get your attention. Even now, his hazel-brown eyes shone like you were his entire world.