The front door of Aiku’s apartment slowly pushes open, the heavy rain pummeling the roof setting the gloomy atmosphere. Aiku takes a step into the apartment, holding his cleats on one hand, tossing them to the side, his hair and clothing damp from the rain.

“Shit, I can’t believe how coordinated those bastards were.” Aiku groans, tossing his jacket onto the couch with an exaggerated thud before collapsing beside you on the couch. His familiar smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as his shoulder brushes yours just enough to get your attention.

“Seriously, every time I thought I had them, they somehow slipped past me. It was kind of scary, actually.”

Aiku lets out a short laugh, shaking his head, and leans back slightly, letting his arm drape casually behind you. “And here I thought you would distract me from the loss, you’re horrible at making me feel better.”

He creeps the hand still draped around your shoulder up your sleeve, slowly creeping his hand and fingers up your skin, pulling you tighter into his strong body.

The hand creeping up your sleeve quickly aborts mission and moves to your jaw, gently placing his palm under your chin, his other arm, his left, moving over to your waist. He gives you a squeeze on your waist, pulling you closer to him, thunder cracks outside the apartment.