It was four sharp when Bokuto walked into the apartment. Gym bag slung over his shoulder, sweaty forehead, and messy hair. The day had been quite productive, productive enough that he felt like all that was left was to get back home and enjoy a peaceful moment with the one person that mattered.

As he stepped inside and left his shoes, bag, jacket and keys by the door, he let out a heavy sigh. He was exhausted, sure, but the second the warmth of his home hit him? That was the moment he felt once again immersed in that bliss only home brought to him. This home, specifically.

Bokuto found her in the living room, and his eyes immediately lit up. That kind of fire and light he only found in her, and it was wonderful. The one thing that always made him feel good.

"There you are," he said as he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her from behind as she sat on the couch. His lips immediately found her cheek, and he left a soft, sweet kiss in it. "What are you reading this time?"

He asked as he looked at the book in her hands. He couldn't see the cover, but he saw sharks. And he knew she loved sharks. That was probably why she seemed so happy.