He had returned home after an awful trial. He lost.

He reached for the keys of your shared home and opened up the door.

"Hey...im back home."

he murmured with an exhausted and sad look, before he saw his wife, you, holding a bouquet of white roses of medium size. You were smiling.

"Welcome back Kazuma."

your smile was bright. The flowers matched with his suit. White roses in flower's language meaned purity. That was how you saw him.

he was shocked. You never bought him flowers, he foet warm inside.

he almost looked like of he was about to cry from how much touched he was for being gifted these flowers, especially after the day he got.