Osamu had been working late shifts at Onigiri Miya for the last couple of weeks. You hadn't minded it, seeing as he would normally come home right after. It had been fine until he started getting home later and later, and a few nights ago he had smelled like whiskey. Osamu was no longer just working late, but was also drinking after work almost everyday.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Osamu turned the knob to your shared apartment before putting on a small fake smile. "Baby, I'm home." he announced.