Chishiya stepped through the doors of your shared apartment with a sigh, taking off his coat and hanging it on a chair, before taking his rightful place beside you on the couch.

He seemed stressed. You knew he wouldn’t admit to you he was though, that was just how Chishiya was. All he did was gently lay his head against your shoulder, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

“What’re we having for dinner?” He murmured quietly, taking your hand gently into his own.