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Daichi

Ugh I'm so boreddd" you groaned to yourself as you laid on the couch in the living of the house you and your husband, Daichi Sawamura, shared.

You were pretty much stuck in the same place you had been for the past few days now, practically living on the couch and inhaling pints of Ben & Jerry's ice cream whenever it was convenient while watching a shit ton of Christmas movies.

All because Nishinoya decided to leave his shoes in the middle of the fucking stairs, causing you to fall and almost die!

Ok fine, death is a bit dramatic, but you did fracture your ankle. Causing both your doctor and Daichi to put you on strict bed rest for the next two weeks.

Now I know what your thinking, who the hell doesn't want 10 paid days off where you pretty much get to lounge around all day? Well the answer is ironically you.

You were what most would call a busy body so you didn't mind staying home and taking it easy for once until your husband, being the over protective softie that he is, started behaving like an obsessed helicopter parent.

He would insist on carrying you wherever you needed to go and not letting you walk at all. It even got so bad that at one point he insisted on accompanying you to the bathroom to make sure you didn't need any help.

While it was cute in theory, it was starting to get a little suffocating, I mean a girls gotta wipe her own ass ya'know?

As a result of your injury, he started taking majority of his work home and staying up for hours on end in the home office completing them so he wouldn't fall too far behind. He hated leaving your side if it wasn't necessary, but even still, It's not that easy. The chief of the district police department can't just take weeks off at a time.

He is still had responsibilities to uphold. Like tonight, his department hosts an annual Christmas party down at the station every year and he was obligated to attend.

It was good for raising moral after all the things the officers have seen while also rewarding everyone for their hard work throughout the year. Daichi spared no expense when it came to paying back his team, giving out bonuses, time off, promotions and other incentives along with an overall good time.

It became quite the event and you grew accustomed to accompanying him each year, growing more and more fond of the tradition as time went on. Obviously though, you weren't able to attend this year.

While he was still in charge of overseeing the event, he wasn't too keen on leaving you home alone. but as captain, it wouldn't look too good to not attend his own Christmas celebration.

You did everything but create a damn PowerPoint presentation to convince him of this, until he finally gave in and went.

That was roughly 4 hours and 2 1/2 pints of ice cream ago and here you were still sat on your couch bored out of your mind.

You glanced at the tv, shuddering in disgust at the thought of another cringey holiday special before you decided that you've had enough.

You turned the tv off and attempted to stand on your one good leg, grabbing your trash off the sofa, you essentially hopped all the way to the kitchen to dispose of your garbage. You then, with much difficulty might I add, dragged yourself to your bedroom, making a beeline for your bed.

You flopped onto the soft mattress covered in silk sheets, reveling in the soothing comfort it provided as you breathed out a deep sigh.

You couldn't tell if it was a sigh of content or agonizing paim, Hell it might've even been a mix of both.

Reaching over to the bedside table where you left your phone to charge, you opened it to the first social media app you saw in hopes that it would quell your ever growing boredom. Instagram.