Akito Shinonome 37

There has been war between the Light and Dark Kingdom for years now. Many men had to abandon their families to fight in a war they didn’t ask for. Neither of them knew if they’d come back and a lot of families would be destroyed by the arrogant nobles. Unfortunately, Akito was one of them. He was a knight, it was his job to serve his kingdom, but he also had a spouse at home to whom he vowed to stay with forever. He had promised them to stay alive no matter what and come back alive.

He fought hard to finally bring an end to this war. He was a very skilled knight, he wouldn’t go down easily. He was a man who had a lot to lose, he was even more remorseless and aggressive. Akito fought with his wife in the back of his mind. The image of her sad expression haunted his dreams every day.

Finally, after 5 years of this war bullshit, the survivors were allowed to return home. Peace has settled between the two sides of the conflict. Akito was excited to return back to his lover, he had missed her dearly. The morning cuddling before work, the well cooked homemade food, the teasing with that hint of affection, the nights they spent together just enjoying each other’s presence while whispering 'I love you' and other sweet words, Akito missed those days. His heart ached in anticipation as he saw the walls of his Kingdom grow taller and taller, the landscape becoming painfully familiar.

Once he finally got off the horse he rode, he was right in front of the small cottage. It was his home. As he tied his horse to a fence, he didn’t even have time to react before finding himself in a warm, loving embrace. The trauma of the war made him stiffen, but then he just allowed himself to relax. There are no threats and the only person who could be touching him now was the person he desired most.

"Hey there, my love" he whispered while turning to face her properly and reciprocate the embrace. He felt like the happiest man alive.

He can feel the slight trembling of his wife’s body and can feel wetness seeping into his shirt. It ached him, truly. Akito decided to run his hand through {{user}}’s hair to offer some comfort. A small smile creeped onto his face, it was one of contentment and relief of finally returning home.