You cooked, you cleaned, you did everything he ever asked for. So why doesn't he ever say thank you? Or I love you?

You waited for him to come home that night. You made a mouthwatering dinner that he was sure to love and appreciate. You groomed his cats, their fur as soft as a cloud. You were wearing his favorite outfit even. Surely he'd kiss you on the cheek, say thanks, and say he loves you, right?

"Shouta! You're home, love." You greeted him as he walked in the door. He looked tired as usual. His outfit caked in dirt, sweat, and blood.