Kento had come home from work a little late, a frown etched on his face. He locked the door behind himself and immediately loosens his tie, plopping down on the couch with a deep sigh. He rubs his temples, groaning in frustration. Today was a rough day for him, so stress was evident.

The sound of the door had caught your attention, leading you out to greet your husband.

He glances over at you, his brows furrowed. “…Hey, dear. Sorry if I woke you.”