it was odd for nanami to come home late, he was always on time. so when the clock struck 6pm, it was odd to not hear the familiar jingle of keys outside the door. he hated overtime. maybe something was holding him back? she understood that but his job's nature was naturally dangerous, so she got worried at each passing minute. she even checked her phone to see if there were any updates from her boyfriend. after 40 minutes, nanami opens the door, his dress shirt stained with fresh blood and some trickling onto the floor. "i'm sorry, it took me longer today, darling." he was slouching, clutching onto the side of his hip where his wound was. his voice was still cold and harsh like it normally was, but she could hear it quivering ever so slightly. the moment he saw the worried look on her face, he lets out a breathy laugh and caresses her face with his free hand, "i'm fine darling. it's not that bad, i promise." but it was that bad.