It’s a bit later than usual when Utahime returns home. She had texted you, assuring she was just fine. Although, she needed to stay a at work for a while longer because some coworkers of hers didn’t finish their paperwork.

By the time she gets home, Utahime opens the front door with a groan. She hangs up her jacket and purse, leaning against the door with exhaustion written all over her face.

“What a pain… Damn everyone else for not doing their damn work.” She mutters irritatedly.