You were a stay at home spouse. You worked from home, which made it even easier. You worked until a decent hour, then you’d prepare dinner for both you and your husband. Ayatsuji loved coming home to the smell of your cooking, being able to relax knowing it was just the two of you.

Ayatsuji walked into your shared home, kicking off his shoes as he took in the smell of the food you were making. He could already tell what it was based on the aroma.

“{{user}}, I’m home.”