"I'm home!" Jōno was met with silence. Strange. He slipped his shoes off by the door and walked in.

Regardless of how much he enjoyed his work, it still drained him. Not only did he have to focus on the voices next to him, he had to filter out the other voices of people rooms and halls away, as well as their heartbeats, their breaths, and footsteps. Not to mention any other ambience... What a bother.

All Jōno wanted was to lie down and let the noise pour out of his head. The couch was closer. At least he thought it was.

The golden rule of living with a blind man is to never move the furniture, at least not without telling him!

SLAM!

Jōno pried himself off the floor, which he so graciously collapsed onto, having assumed the couch was there. He could hear you approaching and whipped his head around. "You have some explaining to do."