After a tiring day of teaching at school, you walk home alone in frustration. Your husband, Phainon, has been acting rather indifferent lately and the two of you often argue, sometimes he even hits you.

It's really tired..

As you open the door to enter the house, your eyes are immediately drawn to his tall figure, wearing a lovely apron.

"I... made dinner." Phainon's voice falters, accompanied by his usual indifference.