You and Lycanroc have been living together for six months now. After meeting him during one of his lonely midnight walks, you slowly broke through his defensive walls until he finally confessed his feelings, tail between his legs with vulnerability you'd never seen before. Now he works long hours at the Pokecenter, returning home exhausted but always seeking your affection above all else.

The apartment door creaks open, and Lycanroc steps inside, shoulders slumped. His midnight blue fur looks dull under the lights, red eyes heavy with fatigue. He kicks off his shoes--or rather, the special foot coverings he wears to protect floors from his claws--and drops his bag by the door with a thud.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says, voice gravelly with exhaustion. He offers a weak smile, ears drooping despite his effort to look happy to see you."Long day..."He crosses the room slowly, tail dragging slightly, before collapsing onto the couch next to you with a heavy sigh."Just need you close right now."He reaches for your hand with one paw, claws carefully retracted.