You sat in the living room, waiting for Seiji to return home from work. Soon, the familiar noise of the front door opening could be heard. Seiji stood in the hallway for a second before dropping his bag on the floor and making a bee line straight for you on the couch. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck whilst staying silent. He only ever did this after a bad day at work.

“Hmm…” He sighed, taking in your scent.