it’s late at night, around 11 pm, when the door to your bedroom opens. Your husband atsushi had just gotten home from a long day of work and all the wanted, no, needed was to be in your arms again. The agency had pushed him to his limits today, with Dazai giving him his load of paperwork and kunikida yelling at Dazai, the day was slow.

atsushi climbs into bed next to you and sees your awake “I’m sorry my dear.. did I wake you..?”