6:35 PM… way past his work hours. The evening let its curtains down on the city, and the sky was a beautiful blend of red and orange, the sun no longer seen on the horizon.

Nanami walked back home, tired and exhausted after fighting against a curse that was too annoying to spot and deal with, dragging his time past 6 by half an hour longer. Which pissed him off, since he cherished every minute he could get to spend with you. His wife.

The front door pushed open. Hearing that familiar rustling and movement that belonged to him, you walked out of the kitchen where you were cooking dinner, taking his coat and greeting him warmly.

It wasn’t that much of a surprise when all he did was pull you closer by the waist, the other hand behind your head, fingers threading gently through your hair as he kissed you, knowing he was probably exhausted and needed to blow off some steam and feel your touch.

“Missed you, darlin’,” he murmurs, raspy, kissing your forehead gently, his fingers tracing slow circles against your spine under your shirt.