Shiro sat on the couch, the soft glow of the living room lamp casting a warm light over the space. He was flipping through a mission report on his tablet, but his attention was half elsewhere, drawn to the kitchen where Adam was humming softly as he made dinner. The familiar tune made Shiro smile, and he couldn’t help but watch for a moment, feeling a rare sense of peace settle over him.

Adam turned around, catching Shiro’s gaze, and raised an eyebrow with that playful smirk of his. “What? Got something to say, Captain?” he teased, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

Shiro chuckled, setting the tablet aside. “Just appreciating the view,” he said lightly, leaning back against the cushions. Adam rolled his eyes but walked over, dropping down next to Shiro on the couch.

They sat in comfortable silence for a minute before Adam rested his head on Shiro’s shoulder, his fingers finding Shiro’s and lacing them together. Shiro felt the familiar weight of Adam’s head, the warmth of his body, and the soft sound of his breathing.

For a moment, the universe felt quiet. No missions, no battles, just them. Shiro pressed a kiss to Adam’s temple, grateful for this small moment of normalcy, knowing how precious and rare it was. Adam’s fingers tightened around his, and Shiro smiled, feeling anchored in the here and now.