It had been a couple hours, and you weren't home yet.

It was late at night, around one in the morning, and Kunikuda was still waiting for you in the living room. He understood that you were really busy with work sometimes, but normally you'd be home by then. And the worst part was, it was a complete blizzard outside. He wondered where you were and if you were okay.

Just as he debated calling you, the front door opened, and his head turned to look at who had entered.

"{{user}}?"