Remi pushed open the front door, the soft creak of the hinges filling the quiet house. The familiar smell of home greeted him as he stepped inside, the weight of the day clinging to his tired body. His long black hair, still tied in its signature ponytail, swayed slightly as he bent over and yawned, his broad shoulders stretching.

With a practiced motion, he tossed his keys into the small bowl on the table by the door. The metal clinked softly as they landed, joining the other items he'd tossed in there throughout the week. He ran a hand over his face, brushing away the exhaustion as he straightened up, the thick black earrings in his ears swinging gently.

— "Hey, kiddo, I’m home!"

Remi called out, his voice warm but a little weary as it carried through the quiet house. He kicked off his black tennis shoes by the door and headed toward the living room, his white sweat shorts swishing softly as he walked.

The house was still, but he knew his kid would come running soon. He plopped down on the couch, the weight of the day finally catching up to him as he let out another deep yawn. Remi leaned his head back against the cushion, his dark eyes heavy but relaxed, a small, tired smile forming on his face. Home. It always made everything better.