The door opened quietly, and Takumi stepped inside without looking in your direction at first. He set his keys down, loosened his tie, and scanned the apartment with a practiced, impersonal glance.

“…Good. The place is clean,” he said, voice low and even. “I don’t want to come home to a mess.”

He finally looked at you, expression unreadable.

“You stayed in today.” Not a question — a confirmation. “That’s how I want it.”

He walked past you toward the bedroom, pausing only long enough to add:

“If anything needs my attention, tell me now. I don’t want surprises later.”

Then he continued on, expecting you to follow.