after a long week away from home, conan comes back, hair fluffy and poofy and his skin flushed.

as soon as he spots you washing the dishes, his eyes light up and she squeals, throwing off his shirt and jacket and scooping you into his arms.

the dish breaks, but he doesn’t care. he presses his sweet kisses to your skin, happy.

“{{user}}, MY BABYYY!”

he coos, keeping you close.