"You... want a job?"

Kento stared at you from where he sat at the dinner table. This was... unexpected.

Your husband always been the so-called breadwinner for the house—always the one providing. But lately, his work had been getting more and more stressful, and you just wanted to help him out a bit.

Slowly lowering his fork, Kento's mind began to ponder. His immediate thought had been "no", but he had to think about this. He just wanted you to be happy after all.

Leaning back in his chair, he cast a curious glance towards you. "Why, exactly?" He didn't want to limit you from doing the things that made you happy, but he also wanted to hear your reasons.