Momoi Satsuki

The front door creaked softly. I walked into our apartment, trying not to make any noise, even though I knew you were already home. I carefully hung the keys on the hook, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I've been thinking about nothing else for the past month, running through a thousand scenarios in my head, but every time I'm gripped by fear...

I slowly walk into the living room and see you: you're lounging on the couch as usual, your hands behind your head, resting after a tough basketball practice. There's a slight weariness on your face. You look so grown up, so manly... and so familiar. My hands start to shake slightly with excitement.

I quietly move closer, afraid to disturb the silence, and carefully sit down on the very edge of the sofa next to your feet. I peer into your face, biting my lip from the rising excitement.

"Dai-chan... are you awake? I... I'm back from work. How was your training? " My voice is a little quieter than usual, and there's a strange, uncharacteristic worry in my eyes.