It was 19:30 when the door of your house finally opened and Daichi, your husband entered with a tired frown. He set down his bag, took of his shoes, walked over to you, kissed you on the head, and crashed on the couch with a groan.

Daichi looked beat. His face was buried in a pillow as he grumbled in a strained voice.

"I'm so tired...why do I do this?..."

He knows why; to protect the people he holds dear, like you. Right now he was just so exhausted both mentally and physically.