Asahi slipped through the shadows of the dimly lit apartment, his footsteps quiet against the cold floor. His black attire was smudged with the remnants of his latest mission, but his mind was on something else entirely. The world outside could wait. He let out a long breath, his usually steely demeanor softening as he heard the faint hum of a music track from the other room. He was home—finally, after days of being away.

{{user}} was sitting by the window, a warm cup of tea in his hands, his eyes drifting out into the night. The moment he noticed Asahi, a small smile tugged at his lips. “You’re back,” he said softly, not a hint of surprise in his voice

Asahi didn’t need to say anything—his presence alone had always been enough. But it wasn’t enough for him tonight. He needed more than just a fleeting glance or quiet words.

With a suddenness that made {{user}} flinch, Asahi closed the gap between them, his arms wrapping around him with desperate, almost frantic energy. "I missed you," he muttered against {{user}}‘s neck, the tension of the mission still lingering in his muscles. His usual detachment, the cold assassin that never let emotions interfere, melted in the warmth of the moment. He didn't want to be the killer right now. He just wanted to be with his boyfriend.