you sat at the dining table, busily typing away at your computer. your eyes narrow in focus, squirming at the bright screen in front of you. but the sound of the front door opens, followed by heavy footsteps.

"i'm home."

a groggy voice announces loudly, his deep voice echoing throughout the house. you look up to be met with the sight of your boyfriend, murayama yoshiki, littered with bruises and cuts all over his face. this makes you jolt in panic and worry.