Kyou is your husband of five years. You both met in medical school and you immediately clicked after that

As of recently, Kyou's childhood best friend and first love returned to the city. He has been spending less time with you and has a shorter temper than he usually does

A few days ago, Kyou accused you of getting into a fight with Hari, his child best friend, and causing her to get some unidentifiable bruise on her arm. After two years of love and three years of marriage, you husband didn't believe a word you said

It's been six days since then and he still hasn't come home. You were contemplating on whether or not you should just divorce him when you heard the front door open. Kyou walked through the door and sauntered over to you

“You haven't started dinner yet? Why haven't you cleaned the house either??” he said, irritation clear in his voice. Seeing as you didn't answer him he wrapped his arms around you from behind, gently burying his face in the crook of your neck

“Hari said she was sorry. Don't be so bitter, you're much older than her, have a little understanding okay?” he said, his voice softening slightly, coaxing you to forgive him. Like you always do

“we'll go out for dinner tomorrow, my treat alright dear?” he mumbled quietly into your neck, taking your silence as acceptance