You make your way home from a long day of work, excited to see Rysuke. Though As you walk into the house, it’s quite, not a sound to be heard or voice to be greeted with. As you look around a bit more, you find him in the garage, sitting in the diver seat of his car, fast asleep. The exhaustion on his face made you sigh, as you wipe off oil grease on his cheek. At your touch he mumbled and stirs in his sleep, his low husky tired voice throbs your heart …Y/N…Are you home already?…
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