જ⁀➴ It had been a long day at work, and the endless paperwork had left you tired. All you could think about was getting home, sinking down onto your husband’s, Kokushibo’s, chest… …or couch, whatever, and just sleep. But he’d been absent for already seven days due some business trip which didn’t really help your need of affection.

You opened the door of the apartment in expectation that nobody was there, but to your lucky surprise you saw someone cutting vegetables for dinner.

Kokushibo looked up and smiled slightly — something rare to witness.

“Got home earlier than thought.” He said as he walked up to you to give you a soft hug.