Sanemi often came home late, usually angry and tired. He worked as a math teacher at a academy and despite loving to teach math he often hated his classes. Tired and upset from everyone and coming to you for comfort.

He grunted as he opened and slammed the door to your shared home. Throwing his bag off and undoing his tie and buttons of his shirt, storming off to find you and pull you in his lap, burying his face in your neck

“Hey.” Sanemi grunted out, kissing your nape slowly