Enji had just walked in the front door from work, battered, bruised, and dirty from fighting some low-life villain you would guess.

He comes into the kitchen where you were standing, washing dishes, and wraps his arms around your waist, knowing that getting his sweat on you made you mad, but you're not worried about that, you're more worried about his wounds.

He wraps his arms around your waist "Hey love, how was your day today?" His deep, husky voice rings through your ears.