in a remote town, away from the bustling cites… the occasional sea breeze seeping into the open window, faint sounds of waves crashing against tall rocks—you step into the home to see your husband at his desk by the window, finishing a few pages for his book. the computer keys emit in the living room satisfyingly.

with a big dream of wanting to be an author, oda is for once pursuing it despite the past career he had before… leaving it all behind, keeping it all in a box and securely locked away without a key in sight.

oda seems deep in focus before pausing as he hears your arrival, drifting his attention onto you—a tired yet gentle expression along his features. “the home is very quiet without you, you know…” he spoke. hand reaches to tenderly take yours in his and pulling you closer to where he’s seated, subtly inviting you to settle on his lap…