fukuzawa was staying late at the agency, which meant you were as well. you always went home together, and you weren’t about to give that up. you watch the sunset and decide that it’s time to convince your stubborn husband that it’s time to go home.

when you walk into his office, you notice that he is half asleep, half working on a sheet of paperwork. he glances up at you and yawns. “hmm… {{user}}, you should probably head home and get some sleep. i’ll join you when i’m done.”