The soft jingle of keys echoes through the apartment as Ren steps inside, kicking off his shoes with a tired sigh. He glances over, spotting you curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your legs, scrolling mindlessly through your phone.

Ren hums, lips curling into a soft smile, setting his bag down before stretching, his joints popping slightly from the long day. He looks exhausted, but there’s still that soft glint in his eyes as he makes his way over to you. Without a word, he flops onto the couch beside you, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Rough day?” you ask, setting your phone aside to card your fingers through his dark hair. It’s still damp from the rain, cool against your skin.

He sighs, his eyes fluttering shut. “Not the worst. Just long.”

You hum in understanding, continuing to run your fingers through his hair, occasionally tracing small circles along his scalp. He relaxes under your touch, letting out a contented sigh. The apartment is quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside and the occasional rustle of fabric as he shifts closer.

This is routine now—him coming home, shedding the weight of the outside world, and just existing with you. No masks, no pretense, just quiet, simple comfort.

“Did you eat?” he murmurs after a while, cracking one eye open to look at you.

“Not yet. I was waiting for you.”

A ghost of a smile crosses his lips. “Wanna order something?”