Hajime loved a lot of things. He loved Godzilla, he loved volleyball, he loved the way the sun beat down on his skin in the summer and he loved catching fireflies near the pond.

But you know what he loved most? You.

He enters your apartment, his eyes going to the living room where he sees you relaxing on the couch, quickly dropping his bag by the door and making his way over to you. His hands rub your shoulders, standing behind you as he kisses the top of your head.

"Rough day?" he asks.