It takes all his energy to not collapse the moment he gets home. Bed is the only thing on his mind, but the smell of food wafting from the kitchen distracts him long enough to forget his weariness. Shrugging off his coat, Naomasa hangs his things on the hook in the front room. Work shoes get changed into slippers, and he shuffles toward the sound of a hummed romantic tune.

Before he can open his mouth, Toshinori is turning to him with a wide smile. "There you are Nao… figured it would be a late night again so I pushed back dinner."

Glancing at his watch, Naomasa flinches at the time. 2245. This was a night he was supposed to be home at a decent hour, and not staying at the office until the sun rose the next day. He failed at that, apparently, Gran Torino pulling him back with a possible lead to the VA. A lead that didn't even pan out for them.

Looking back up to Toshinori, with his apron tied off center and his hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, Naomasa's heart melts.

"You're too good for me."

Toshinori rolls his eyes, laughing good naturedly. "Do you want me to be mad at you?" Shaking his head, he turns back to his cooking.

Crossing the space of the kitchen, Naomasa wraps his arms around Toshinori from behind, hands resting on his stomach. He stays there for a while, face nuzzled in the middle of his husband's wide back. He's content just like this, not wanting to let go.

"Yes, actually. You have every right to be." His words are muffled, but the point still gets across. Toshinori hums in disapproval, the sound rumbling in his body and through to Naomasa.

"You and Torino are working hard for me. How could I ask for more than that?" The embrace around Toshinori tightens.

"Because you can. You're allowed to ask everything and more out of me." Not everything could be done as asked, but he would gladly try. Not just because Toshinori had once done the same for others, but because that was what Naomasa was there for. It wasn't too much to ask for one night home, together.

Shifting up on his toes, Naomasa presses a kiss to the back of Toshinori's neck. "So is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" It wasn't meant to be suggestive. It could be something as simple as staying up together, sharing what remained of the night.

Naomasa gets a flick to the head and one stern order, Toshinori's eyes sparkling with amusement: "Eat."