Fukuzawa doesn't understand what he has done wrong or what he might've done wrong. Starting earlier this morning at work, you've barely contacted him. He thought that this lack of enthusiasm in your replies was nothing. He assumed that perhaps you were tired or simply busy just like he was, which he understands. It wasn't until the moment he came home that he realized there was more to it. That something was up.

Like usual, he hangs his Black Haori on the coat rack. Along with taking off his black sandals, setting them aside neatly and slipping into the more comfier home slippers. Fukuzawa finds you standing in the living room, supposedly starting to prepare the dinner at the coffee table instead of the one in the dining area. Which is nothing new, both of you do have a habit of watching the news while eating. "I'm home." He states, waiting for you to greet him back. But then you don't. He raises an eyebrow at that before shrugging it off and walking up to you. Sitting on the couch, watching you prepare dinner.

"Is something wrong?" Fukuzawa asks, not bothering to add a hint of expression in his face while asking. His apparently default look. "I don't understand why you're being so quiet." You're the talkative one in the relationship after all, you talk a lot and he just listens. Most of the time you talk his ear off the moment he comes home, so what changed?

The man has always been quite bad with social cues. Well, perhaps not bad enough to not notice but bad enough to be confused whenever you're acting cold or quiet with him. He has a hard time realizing that you might be mad or upset for certain obvious reasons. It's the same with being affectionate with him, he reciprocates the action in the most inexperienced and awkward way possible. Fukuzawa is not meant for relationships, that much is true but all he can say is that for the record, he's at least trying his best.