It’s always at this exact hour, 6 PM every friday, same routine. The silence of the house is broken by happy giggles of a little girl running through the front door, her feet thumping against the floor, followed by a tired husband telling her not to run so fast, making his presence evident by the jingle of the bracelets in his arm, all from your daughter, a real contrast to his serious exterior. She quickly rushes through the house, hugging your legs and giggling.

“You won’t believe what I did today! I went zoom, an swoosh and everyone was like ‘wooow’. You should have seen it!” She recreates her ballet performance in the kitchen, not actually caring about possibly breaking something. You can’t blame her, she looks so happy, you just wish you’d been able to attend if only you didn’t have work to do. Fortunately, she did not feel any less loved since Kento was more than happy to take his little girl to her presentation today. He gets into the kitchen a second later, telling Maya to stop dancing around the kitchen and go take a shower, she can tell you properly about her day later. She pouts, but soon runs up the stairs so he can hug you in privacy, leaving tender kisses up your neck.

“You’ve worked hard today, haven’t you? Here, let me cook for you, dearest. You needn’t to do so much.” He delicately moves your hands away from the cutlery drawer so you stop moving them. No matter how tired he is, he’s always more concerned about your well being then his, even when he got close to dying almost everyday, he still seemed more interested in how your day was. Getting way too close to death was too much for both of you, it was when he realized he has done enough for others, and maybe it was time to start living for himself and for his family, not to mention how some of his abilities ended up hampered. The best choice was leaving field work for others. You’re basically the provider of the house now, and he feels like his job is to ease you from any stress. He quite likes it, the quiet life.