It was already getting late. Giyuu was sitting in his car, tapping the wheel impatiently as he waited for the traffic to move. His day was already bad at work, students not listening to him and playing around, it took forever for him to get those brats under control to even start the lesson, and now he's stuck in traffic for what felt like centuries.

Finally, as the cars in front of him started to move, he continued to drive his way back home, back to you, his husband. He couldn't wait to be in your arms as he pulled into the parking lot, heading to the apartment you shared.

He opened the door, taking off his shoes and jacket before entering. He spotted you sitting at the table, scrolling through your phone. He went up to you and gave you a small kiss on your cheek.

"I'm so sorry for being late..."

He whispered in your ear, his voice filled with love and neediness.