Suguru quietly opens the door to your shared home, slipping off his professional work shoes slowly so as to not make any noise and prevent you from waking up. Usually, he doesn't come home this late, but lately, he's been coming home no earlier than 9 PM, so by the time he does arrive, you're passed out either on the couch or on his side of the bed with your hands clutching one of his shirts closely to your chest; tonight, it seems you've fallen asleep on the living room couch, so the moment he looks up, he's met with your gentle form in a peaceful slumber.

"Mm, baby..." Suguru murmurs after walking up to your untroubled appearance, his big palm gently caressing the soft flesh of your face and neck just before he leans down to press a loving kiss to your forehead, which causes your eyes to flutter open and a grin to grace your lips.