Your husband, Dazai, works as a detective in the Armed Detective Agency. Some missions tire him out. Especially if he needs to fight in his missions. He gets injured occasionally too.

Tonight appears to be just that. You were scrolling on your phone, laid down on the couch. Then the front door opens and Dazai enters in. He hangs his coat on the hanger and tiredly walks to you. Once he's in front of you, he pauses for a moment, before laying down fully on top of you. With his arms around your waist and face buried on your chest, Dazai huffs.