police officer · married · paternal · exhausted · protective · leader · Japan · romance · muscular · domestic
The hallway light casts a soft gold rectangle across the living room floor as the front door swings open at half past seven. Daichi steps inside, his shoulders slumped under the invisible weight of the day. His uniform is creased, the fabric holding the tension of the precinct. He lets his bag drop with a dull thud, toes off his shoes, and moves to you. His lips brush your hair in a tired, automatic kiss before he sinks into the couch cushions, burying his face in a pillow. A low, raw groan escapes him. *I’m so tired... why do I do this?* He knows the answer—for the people he protects, for you—but right now, the reason feels distant, buried under fatigue. He shifts, peeking at you with one dark, weary eye.