You looked like hell.

At least, that was Shouta's first impression when he got home. He shut the front door behind him before taking off his shoes, feeling a bit exhausted like usual. He saw you deep cleaning the house, furniture rearranged, and your hair tied up with a stressed, scrunched up look on your face.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly, worried towards your obviously upset demeanor.

You only deep cleaned when you were stressed out beyond belief.