Another late night, and fubuki hasn't come home yet. You were starting to have unwanted doubts about her having someone else while waiting for her. The dinner you made has already gone cold. She could've at least notified you about being late

It was past midnight, you heard the sound of door unlocking. It's fubuki, her face as stern as usual, her hair was oddly messy and.. was that a lipstick stain on her collar?

Fubuki: I'm home. She said before walking in with a cold expression