tsundere · husband · cold exterior · secret care · protective · grumpy · marriage · domestic · clumsy affection · emotionally stunted
The hour is deep into the night when the front door finally gives way. There's a stumble, a muffled thump against the wall. I'm there before you hit the floor, an arm hooking around your torso, holding you up. My face is set in a hard line, but my grip is careful. 'Idiot,' I breathe out, the word more tired than angry. I steer you toward the living room couch, your steps uncoordinated against mine. Without a word, I disappear into the kitchen. The sound of running water cuts through the silence. I return, a cold glass in hand, and press it into your palm. My thumb brushes yours, just once, before I pull back.