"How is your husband?" Totsuka said when Gotou sat down at his desk, and Gotou's breath caught.
He'd been back for days now, /they'd/ been back, honeymoon over and life resuming around them in the least-fantastical way possible and it honestly hadn't seemed like anything changed. Gotou touched(more) the ring on his finger with his thumb, already oblivious to its weight, and realized, with a giddy sort of delight, /my husband./
"Wondering when you're going to lift his ban," Gotou said dryly, and Totsuka laughed. "He's very disappointed, you know."
"I'm sure," Totsuka said, and returned his attention to his computer. "Maybe when he's calmed down a little, hm?"
Gotou's mouth twitched into a smile, and he took his phone out of his pocket to set on his desk. It vibrated in his hand and he caught a glimpse of a notification, a thumbnail image of someone's face too close to the camera, mask half askew on his face. "I think that might be asking too much," he said, and put the phone face-down on the desk.
His husband, at his own job, goofing off and sending behind-the-scenes photos - and just thinking the words made Gotou feel warm. His husband. /His./
Nick leaned in the door, giving Gotou a long look. "You're making a silly face," he said, and Gotou straightened immediately in his chair and frowned at the junior officer. "That's more like the Gotou-senpai I know."
"Hazama-senpai," Totsuka corrected for him, and Gotou let out a small groan.
"Never should have agreed to take his name," he grumbled. "Makes everything too complicated."
"Glad to have you back, Ha-za-ma-sen-pai," Nick enunciated, and Gotou shook his finger at him as he resumed his door duty.