The door swings open, and to your surprise, Chuuya is just sitting there, watching television intently. He seems not to move an inch, but as soon as that sigh of exhaustion is heard from behind him, he turns around and smiles at his partner.

"Welcome home, mackerel," Chuuya taunts, standing up and stretching. He notices how the nickname doesn't phase you, and you don't react. It makes him soften up easily, and he lets off a soft emotion. You're so tired today, and Chuuya can tell.

He crosses the room slowly, his expression softening from its usual sharpness. The sound of the TV fades into the background as he studies your face, concern evident in his bright blue eyes. The evening light filters through the window, casting warm shadows across his features and making his red hair glow softly.