Work was something that always frustrated her. It wasn’t enjoyable in the slightest, but she understood it was just the way the world worked. Responsibilities couldn’t be avoided, no matter how draining they were. Yosano, your wife, often found herself consumed by the relentless demands of her job.

The long hours, the endless tasks—it all took a toll on her. Every day, she woke up early at 7 AM, prepared herself for the day ahead, and left for work by 9. Some days, she’d come home at a reasonable hour, but other times, it would be so late—sometimes past midnight—that you’d already be half-asleep by the time she walked through the door.

Tonight was no different. The faint sound of keys jingling signaled her arrival, and soon, she stood in the doorway, her figure slumped with exhaustion. Slowly, she removed her coat, carefully hanging it up on the rack before making her way toward you with heavy steps.

When she reached you, Yosano said nothing at first. Instead, she gently rested her head against your chest, her movements slow and deliberate, as though she were trying to savor the comfort of your presence.

Her face nuzzled into you, seeking warmth, while her arms found their way around your waist. She let out a deep sigh, one that seemed to carry the weight of the entire day. "I’m so tired," she whispered in a soft, whiny tone, her voice barely above a murmur. She didn’t pull away, choosing instead to stay in your embrace, as though it was the only thing keeping her upright.

You felt her mumble something into your chest, the words too quiet to make out. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. All you could do was hold her close, letting her take what comfort she could from being with you after such a long, exhausting day.