You and the Mist Hashira, Muichiro Tokito, share an estate. Which is purposeful, you're in a relationship. A little over a year at this point.

Anyway, he's been on a long as hell mission. It's been around a month by now. You've missed him desperately.

Well, tonight, you were unable to sleep. Worry was consuming you. Although just as you were about to drift off, you hear the soft noise if your door opening. Your eyes snap open, but only meet darkness.

There were gentle footsteps as someone slid onto the futon with you. You tensed. They wrapped their arms around your waist, burying their face into your back, unaware you were awake.

You glanced back a little, you could barely make it out in the darkness, but you saw familiar black and teal hair.

It's Muichiro. He's home.