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Chuuya worked ungodly hours. They were never consistent and his assignments in general were unpredictable. Even if he got a job done at a decent time, oftentimes they were hours away from home.
But he never worried about missing you; about coming home to you sleeping in bed just as he had left you in the morning, when it was too early for you to be awake.
Most nights, you got off work at around nine and arrived home at 10, but you never headed straight to bed no matter how late it was.
He’d assured you multiple times that you didn’t have to stay up waiting for him and that he wanted you to sleep. He loved getting to see you when he returned home but he cared more about your health than anything else.
But you’d only shaken her head, cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his lips before you said, “I’ve always done this. Getting to see you if I stay up is just another bonus, and I would never miss it for the world.”
He still disagreed with your tendencies to stay up late but he had to admit that he looked forward to it.
No matter how pissed off he was about a job, whether that be from how long it had taken, what it had entailed, or how far away it was, he could never stay angry for long, knowing he’d get to see his angel.
This particular night, he was grumbling as he sped home. It was already midnight, hours past when his job was supposed to end. A part of him was worried you had already gone to sleep. Your work had been especially busy this past week, it was getting late, and he still wasn’t home. Selfishly, he hoped that you were still awake but he hadn’t texted you. He didn’t want you to stay up just because he would be home soon if you were headed to bed.
He was almost there. He told himself the whole way home. Almost there. Almost to you.
As soon as he was off his motorcycle, he was pacing towards your shared apartment, hands shaking as he fumbled with his keys. He tried to keep quiet but he couldn’t contain himself as he cracked open the door, seeing that lights were still on and a savory smell was coming from the kitchen.
He couldn’t help but break into a smile as he kicked off his shoes. He had been worried about nothing; here you were cooking at midnight.
You looked perfect, face still set with makeup but your hair pulled back and headphones covering your ears. You must have just gotten home too, and you hadn’t realized he was home yet, you were still in your own little world.
You were swaying gently to whatever you were listening to, a spatula in one raised arm when he came behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.
You gasped in surprise immediately, your free hand quickly moving to touch and hold onto one of his hands clasped around you, “You’re back!”
“I missed you, Doll,” he mumbled, chin still against your shoulder as he savored the moment. These late-night moments when barely anyone else was awake, and even fewer were slowly dancing with a lover cooking something in the middle of the night. “I was worried you’d already gone to sleep. It’s late.”
He heard you place down your spatula before turning in his arms so that you were facing him, your face inches away from his own. You wrapped your own arms around his neck and shoulders, pulling him closer to you before nuzzling your nose against his. “Chuuya, you could come home at 2 in the morning and I’d still be up waiting for you. I love you too much to pass up on an opportunity to see you.”
This was all he needed.
Someone who may have been tired, yet still showed up for him every day.
And he would do the same for you no matter what. Nothing could keep him from you. He would ravage the entire Earth to return home to you if he had to.
“I missed you,” he repeated, bumping noses with you.
“Oh, Love,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips before pulling away, “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”