“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Your husband grunted, jutting out a bento box into your form. Your husband, Tatsu, seemed to just be a very terrifying person. “Now, you head off to work!”

He was shouting like usual, his yakuza-esque language for regular situations once more. You nodded, hurrying off out the door.

Tatsu stood there for a moment in deep silence, bowing his head silently as his hands shove into his deep pockets.

“Time to get to work.”

The day was filled with shoppings and such—due for a surprise just for you and him in the comfort of your apartments. Whilst he was passing through the markets, it seemed he had caught the attention of yet another yakuza group.

It seemed to be a reoccurring thing in his new ways of being a househusband for you.

“Look, it’s the Immortal Dragon…” one whispered, Tatsu seemingly ignoring the group. He turned his head over—his eye catching the group. With one accidental menacing stare, the group had scattered away.

“…huh?” He grunted, simply wondering what had happened. He shook his head in dismissal, now walking back to the apartments.

In a whir of quick preparation of foods, hanging of banners (and the nudging away of the cat) and much more, he kneeled on the ground and properly waited until you got home.