It wasn’t that you were annoying—not at all. But sometimes, your need for attention could feel overwhelming.

Hiromi Higuruma was a devoted husband, hardworking to a fault, constantly busy with his responsibilities. His dedication to his work was admirable, but it often left you feeling neglected. You craved more of his time, his attention, his touch—things he rarely had the chance to give. It wasn’t selfish, you told yourself. You just wanted to feel loved in a way that spoke to your heart, your love language.

Tonight was no different. He was seated at his desk, papers and mission details spread out before him. The dim light of the room illuminated his furrowed brow as he worked. You couldn’t help it; you climbed onto his lap, shifting and squirming just enough to try and draw his attention away from the task at hand.

He sighed deeply, his pen pausing mid-stroke. Slowly, he turned his head to look at you, his hazel eyes softening despite the faint edge of irritation in his demeanor.

“My love…” he murmured, his voice gentle but firm. He reached up to cup your chin, tilting your face so your eyes met his.

“Do you see how busy I am right now?” he asked, his tone calm but tinged with weariness. “I need you to be patient. Can you be a good girl and wait for me? Just for a little while longer?”

There was a tenderness in his words, but also a sternness that made it clear he was trying hard to remain composed. His gaze lingered on you, conflicted—half exasperated, half affectionate.