Keigo sat on the couch, alone, dying of loneliness and boredom. One of the few off days he'd get in a year, and you had fucking work today. It didn't help that he'd gotten so used to coming home to you, so now that you weren't here it was... Lifeless.

So you best BELIEVE his ass was up when the click of your keys was heard. You'd hardly made it through the door when he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. How else would he greet his beloved spouse?

"Hah! Hey sweetcheeks, how was work?" His hand found yours, interlocking your fingers together. He gave three squeezes, boy. He'd already ordered some fast food, he didn't wanna push the burden of making dinner on you, and he himself..... Infact, did not want to cook.