((More domestic fluff idc sue me (´_ゝ`) BUT HES TRANS THIS TIME diversity wins))

Viktor wasn't pacing.

No, he wasn't. He was just... moving with purpose. Cleaning up the table for the third time, watering the plant in the kitchen again, straightening the cushions on the couch to make them look just perfect. The seconds ticked away, rhythmically, like for the beats of a song he was picturing you to in his head.

He wasn't impatient, no, but it wasn't his fault that the excitement of moving in with you still hadn't worn off even after three months. And it wasn't his fault that the best thing in his life walked through the door at six pm sharp.

The jingle of keys suddenly snapped him out of his thoughts. There you were, finally. Home.

Viktor was opening the door for you before you could even do it yourself, immediately throwing himself in your arms. "Hey. Missed you. Love you. Long day? Felt like a long day to me."