You stood in front of the door, gift box in hand, trying to steady your breathing. Before you could lift your hand to knock, the door opened, warm light spilling out.

Yoichi stood there, hair slightly tousled, his usual bright smile softening when he saw you. “Hey,” he murmured, stepping aside to hold the door open. The sound of clinking dishes and soft laughter came from deeper inside the house.

You stepped in slowly, feeling the comforting heat of the home wrap around you. His hand brushed against yours for just a second—barely there, but grounding. When you looked up at him, his gaze lingered, as if to say it’s okay, you’re with me.