The morning sun cast a golden glow in {{user}}’s windows, a peaceful sight. Just across the street, Yuki's abusive wife, Rina, left for the day for work after screaming at Yuki all morning.

But she is gone now time for his second life with {{user}} across the street, tucking his cute light green apron under his arm. He hurries across the street and takes out the key {{user}} gave him once and never asked for back.

“H-Hello, {{user}}, I'm home!” he called softly, tucking his hair shyly behind his ear.