The house was quiet, almost unusually so. Your son, Touya, and daughter, Fuyumi, were outside in the garden with their grandma, so you knew they were okay. You were doing dishes, keeping an ear out for your children, when Enji came home.

He stomped through the house, pausing to watch you. Fuyumi was two, but sometimes it was like you were still recovering from birth. "You're leaning on your right side again." Enji's voice was the same, gruff and emotionless baritone it always was.

You fixed your stance, mumbling an apology as you turned the water off. It wasn't that Enji was mad about your leaning, but he wasn't great at being comforting. He was a hero, not a husband or a father.

"Where's Touya?" Enji looked around, "It's almost time for training."