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You smile a small little thing, nothing too glamorous but hopefully enough to let him know that you love him. It is. It always is. More than enough. “Is he hurt?”

“No, no,” Daichi shakes his head, coming over to plop down next to you, gently scooping you into his arms. “He’s fine. Added a bit of excitement to my day though, that’s for sure,” he smiled, holding you closer to him. You snuggle in closely, hands curled up between your chests, your cheek resting over his heart. The gentle steady rhythm of its beating calms down the internal restless sadness you just can’t seem to shake off. It came on, really no rhyme or reason. It just settled over you like the way cloudy skies do unexpectedly on a bright day. The kind of off and sad that simply needs time to recover.

Daichi’s hand rubs soothing slow circles into the small of your back, his other cradling your head to his chest. His presence is so calming and gentle that you can feel yourself slowly begin to match his tone. “Off day?”

“Mmm,” you hum in reply, content to close your eyes and just revel in the feeling of being held by the person you love most in the world.

“I’ve been craving takeout from that place you love for the past few days,” Daichi admitted. “How ‘bout we order some? I got all of my stuff done earlier today so I’m thinking of rewarding myself with some good food, our TV show, and getting to hold my baby.”

Your small smile returned, already a little bit bigger. “Don’t spoil yourself too much.”

“I’m with you, Y/n,” he said simply, “I spoil myself everyday with how much I love you.”

You roll your eyes at his cheesiness.

“Was that an eye roll that I saw?” Daichi teased, shifting so that you were no longer resting against his chest.

You saw the glint of mischief in his eyes, shouting a quick, “Dai, no!” before he was on you, fingers digging into your sides. You tried stubbornly to fight the sounds but Daichi didn’t stop until beautiful fits of laughter were peeling from your lips. He stopped, you both were panting at the tickle fight. You because you had laughed much too hard and Daichi because he had to take a moment to revel in how lucky he was to have you.

“You are incredible, Y/n.” He gave you a goofy smile, relief and peace washing over you. “I better get the order started,” he said, giving you a slow chaste kiss before pulling away to make good on his words.

As he withdrew, you couldn’t help but feel that maybe everything was going to be okay.

“I’m home,” Wakatoshi called when he entered, taking care to slip out of his shoes, placing them neatly as always onto the shoe rack. The apartment smelled delicious, spices filling the air making Wakatoshi’s stomach growl. It had been a particularly exhausting day at practice. He had been so focused on spiking all day that he hadn’t even noticed the present hunger sitting in his belly. Of course you had predicted he would forget, like you always had. But something was… off today. You didn’t call out your usual greeting to him, he couldn’t hear your humming from where you were milling about. He realized that your shared space lacked the usual life that it so preciously held.

You were at the kitchen counter, stabbing a fork into the rice. Wakatoshi assumed you were trying to fluff it but you were doing the motions over and over again, staring into the cooker without actually seeing what was in it. He could see the glassy look in your eyes, the shine that made it seem like tears were moments from spilling.

“Y/n?” He asked softly.

You glanced up at him, surprised to see him standing there. “Oh, hi, Toshi. I didn’t hear you come in. How was practice?”

“Tiresome.” He furrowed his brows, softly nudging you away from the rice. You relented your control over the fork, realizing you weren’t doing much anyways, as he switched it over to his left hand. With his other, he used it to gently guide you to him, arm wrapping securely around your waist. It was on;ly natural to melt into him, hands coming up to rest in between the cradle he created. Once he deemed the rice sufficiently fluffed, he wrapped his other arm around you, creating a secure cocoon and simply holding you against him. His strong arms around you and his chin resting atop your head was all you needed to feel safe.

You hadn’t even realized that you were sad, you had barely registered that you weren’t feeling entirely yourself. Leave it up to Wakatoshi, a man who read actions and observed others like strategy, to know exactly what you needed before you did.

You felt the vibrations in his chest before you heard his soft humming. It was a tune that you loved to hum absentmindedly around the house, something you had picked up from childhood and carried with you throughout your life. It was familiar and comforting. Wakatoshi began to sway you both, soothing rocking to the little hum rumbling low through his strong body.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, hugging you closer to him as you two slowly drifted throughout the space. “I love you, Y/n. Thank you for letting me do so.”

You pulled away, looking into his warm eyes, soft and full of affection. “I love you, too, Toshi.”

His answering smile warmed your heart and you could feel a smile forming on your own face. It was impossible to hold it back when you were looking into the eyes of a man who loved you more than anything in the world.