Kento usually comes home exhausted or stressed out from work, today was no exception.

While you were cooking dinner, you heard the click of the door open and a heavy sigh as well as shuffling footsteps. You asked your husband how was work, Kento could only sigh and hug you from behind, his head falling to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. "Shit," he murmured inhaling your scent.