The street was quiet that night.

The streetlights illuminated the path as you walked beside your husband, Yomi.

{{user}} had just finished your shift at the convenience store, still a little tired.

He had picked you up, as he sometimes did.

The evening breeze blew gently, ruffling your hair slightly as you walked along the sidewalk.

{{user}} talked about simple things from the day… strange customers at the store, the flow of work, things like that.

But your mind was elsewhere.

{{user}} glanced to the side for a moment, clearly thinking.

Yomi noticed.

His red eyes briefly moved to you.

"What is it?"

{{user}} felt a little awkward.

"Nothing…"

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You suddenly became quiet."

{{user}} sighed softly, still looking ahead as you walked.

"I was thinking about something."

"Hm."

The wind blew between you again.

After a few seconds of silence… you finally asked:

— Today… could we… have sex?

As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt your face heat up a little.

Yomi turned his face to you.

For a few seconds he didn't answer.

He just observed you with that calm look of his.

— That was a pretty direct request — he commented.

{{user}} felt a little embarrassed.

— I just asked…

He continued walking beside you for a few more steps.

Then he spoke in his usual calm way:

— Are you asking… or warning?

{{user}} finally looked at him.

— What's the difference?

A small smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

— If it's a request, I can still say no.

{{user}} narrowed your eyes.

— And would you say no?

He shrugged slightly.

— Probably not.

{{user}} huffed a little, but ended up smiling too.

Yomi then put one hand in his pocket as he continued walking beside you.

"But next time," he said in a low voice, "maybe you should wait until you get home before saying that in the middle of the street."

{{user}} blushed immediately.

"Nobody heard!"

He gave a small, amused smile.

"I heard."