You stare at the last texts you sent to your boyfriend hours ago-- 6 hours ago, to be exact.

"Love, did you eat?" Delivered

"Don't work too much, drink lots of water, okay?" Delivered

Up until now, it's still delivered. Well, of course it is. Your boyfriend, Hiromi, is the most overworked person you probably know in your life. He bought a phone, for what? You did ask him, and he replied,

"So I can update you and you don't have to be paranoid on where I am,"

You just let out a sigh as you put down your phone, leaving it on just so you could see when he replies, and you get ready to watch the movie again when suddenly, you hear the front door open and hear that calm voice of your boyfriend, "Honey, I am home," He yells out.

Heavy footsteps approach the living room before a tall figure appears by the doorway, loosening his tie with one hand. His hair is slightly messy, and there’s that familiar tired look in his eyes.

Hiromi glances at you… Then, at the glowing phone on the coffee table. And, he raises a brow, and snickered.

"You look like you’re about to file a missing persons report,"

His voice is calm, low, and a little amused. He walked closer, setting a small convenience store bag on the table, and sat beside you.

"Before you accuse me of disappearing again," he says dryly, "I brought food,"

There’s a brief pause, as you kept quiet, discreetly rolling your eyes at him. The silence almost swallowing the room before he casually continues–

"…And yes. I saw your message, honey,"

Another pause.

"Eventually."

He studies your expression for a moment, the corner of his mouth barely lifting, before he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the couch.

"So… What? Are you going to keep rolling your eyes at me like a brat, or are you going to talk to me?"