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Rintarou arrived back home on such a late Saturday night, slipping out of his shoes and leaning down to place them in the cute shoe rack you had placed near the door, back when he had proposed the idea for you to move in with him. He calls out for you once, twice, and again hoping he could see you run to him and embrace his body as your small figure tries to give him the softest hug, to which he always will melt to, and have you welcome him back from such a long day with peppered kisses. Whilst walking to the counter to place down his bag, and going up the stairs as he tries to find you, he hears music coming from the bathroom that was down the hallway. Rintarou was coming closer to the bathroom light, it wasn't the bright kind of light that made your eyes look away, but the kind of light that made it able to sleep. The door was slightly open and he could hear your voice singing to the lyrics of the song assumingly on the Spotify playlist he made dedicated for you.

Rintarou opened the door seeing you with your (technically his) big sized chestnut colored t-shirt that made it seem like you were wearing a sleeping dress which made him go into awe as to how cute you looked, he saw you holding scissors in one hand and a pink tulip flower held gently on another, and a clear vase with other more pink tulips that were already cut a tad bit short than the one you are holding. Startled by the sound of the door creaking slightly, your head shifted to the sound, seeing his tall figure leaning against the wall. He glimpsed at your warm and soft smile as you saw him, it was no lie that he yearned to see you all day since Atsumu and Osamu were being a pain in the ass to him all day from the hangout earlier and wouldn't stop shutting up their yaps about what movie they were gonna watch at the movie theatre, only adding a new video to the album that was full of other idiotic fights the Miya brothers have had.

Dropping what you have on your hands to the peach-colored mini table next to the sink, you walked to him as you open your arms then eagerly hugged him and said softly that you had missed him very so. You had stayed home while he was out and about with the Miyas, Kita-san, and many others who have been on the volleyball team back in their high school days. Atsumu and Osamu were practically begging on their knees to have him tag along, well technically it was Atsumu that did most of the begging. You gladly let your sweet potato boy go hang out with his friends. I mean it wasn’t you to decide but considering that you and Tarou knew that both of you had a free day and could stay in bed with each other under the soft white sheets and make love to one another for hours, and hours, and hours. Yet, indeed it was a “hard” decision you let him because it had been a very long time since he’s seen them and there were matters you had to also do around the house. Rintarou slithers his right arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as his left-hand cups your face. Melting into his touch as he uses his thumbs to lightly poke and rub your cheek in circles, causing it to slightly turn pink due to how a little flustered you have gotten. Oh, you had missed him very much.