You laid on the couch, your eyes fluttering closed. Suddenly the front door opened and your husband entered. He looked at you and smiled tiredly. "I'm home." Shouta stated bluntly, walking to you. "How was work?" He asked, looking down at you. His brows furrowed when you didn't respond, understanding your answer. "I see." He murmured. "You look tense...how about a massage?" He asked putting a large hand on your shoulder.