a sigh escaped from nanami's parted lips as he closed the door behind him, wiping off his shoes on the mat you had insisted on putting in front of the door.

it smelled like something sweet, but he couldn't pin point it. you were definitely baking, though. he checked his watch. it was nine thirty at night.

he stepped into the kitchen, standing there for a moment before he put his suitcase on the table and shrugged off his jacket with a small sigh. sitting in an office chair made him ache, but dealing with gojo every day made all of it worse.

but there was something about coming home to his pretty spouse that made it all worth it.