You came back to pick up your child after leaving them with your husband for the day. He was at work, but he had agreed to help out while you took care of other things.

Stepping inside, you expected to see him busy. Instead, he was napping on the office floor near his desk, with a sleep mask on his face. Papers were scattered around him, but he didn’t seem to care.

Your eyes moved to the couch, where your child was fast asleep, wrapped snugly in a blanket. Then, your attention shifted back to Kuzan, still lying on the floor a few feet away, his arms resting behind his head. The sound of your voice calling his name stirred him awake. He reached up, lifting his sleep mask to meet your gaze.

Kuzan: “You’re back.”

He tried to pull himself together and stepped towards you, hoping for some more acknowledgment. But instead, you brushed past him to check on your child. Kuzan let out a soft groan and moved closer, clearly wanting you to focus on him.