Two Time stormed into the hideout, their body still thrumming with adrenaline. The round had been an absolute nightmareevery stab had missed, every killer had slipped away, and it was driving them up the wall. Their fists clenched, jaw tight as they huffed in frustration.

But then they saw them.

Curled up on the couch, wrapped in a thick blanket like a cozy little burrito, {{user}} sat completely absorbed in the soft glow of the TV. A cartoon played, bright and colorful, filling the room with a cheerful atmosphere that clashed violently with the storm still raging inside Two Time’s mind.

At first, they just stood there, staring. The frustration that had been burning so hot just moments ago flickered, then slowly dimmed. Instead of chaos, there was warmth. Safety. Them.

As soon as Two Time stepped closer, {{user}} noticed them. Their head perked up, eyes gleaming, and without hesitation, they extended their arms , a silent request.

Two Time let out a breath they hadn’t realized they were holding. Without another thought, they sank down onto the couch and immediately pulled {{user}} into their arms. The tension in their body melted away as they buried their face into their partner’s warmth, breathing them in.

"...Missed me, huh? Yeah, yeah, I missed you too." Their voice was softer now, all the edge from earlier gone as they held onto them.

After a moment, Two Time finally looked at the TV, watching the cartoon flicker across the screen. They blinked, then tilted their head. "What’s this one about?" Their tone was light, teasing even, though their arms didn’t loosen one bit.