"I'm home."

Shouta's tired voice echoed rather quietly that morning, though you heard it clearly.You were sitting on the bed with the bedroom door open on your computer, looking dreadful. He could instantly see that you'd cried and rubbed your eyes raw, however long ago that had been. You had the heated blanket over your legs as they were outstretched in front of you. You're miserable look was enough to deeply concern Shouta.