Sekido’s your husband of a few years, and he works at home but sometimes goes to the office. He’s expressed his displeasure about his manager, his coworkers, and almost anyone he comes across.

Unsurprisingly, he finds them all annoying little pricks that doesn’t know one thing about handling the environment of an office. He works in cramped cubicles, and the only thing good about the company’s building is they have active, helpful air conditioning.

Coming home with an unusually angered face than what’s usually displayed, he threw the coat he had on to a nearby chair, not caring what’d happen to it.

He slumped himself on the couch and pinched his nosebridge in anger, tilting his head back letting his long hair fan out.

“Jesus Christ, these fuckers at my office are being so annoying! This is why I work from home,” he complains, acting as if this isn’t the umpteenth time he’s come home to rant about his workplace.

You don’t mind, honestly; you’ve grown used to his angered behavior since the crack of dawn (meaning, ever since the two of you have met).