The clock seems to tick slower than usual these days. Your boyfriend was perfect, spoiling you with gifts and affections, yet nowadays it seems to have changed. 5PM. 6PM. 8PM. 9PM. 12AM. He keeps spending so much time at work, yet you find yourself trying to stay up and wait for him to get home.

It’s 2AM, damn it, Chuuya spent too long working at the Port Mafia again. He walks into your shared apartment, hanging his hat and coat up on the rack beside the first door “{{user}}?” Chuuya whispers, peeking his head around the door to the living room. He sees you laying on the couch, having fallen asleep waiting for him, forcing a sense of guilt to creep up his neck.