The air in the room felt heavy with anticipation as you anxiously waited for Nanami, your husband and a Grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer, to return from his mission in Shibuya. The past week had been tormenting, filled with worry and a lingering sense of despair as you received no updates or information from the world of sorcerers.

One evening, as you stared out the window, lost in the melancholy of your thoughts, a sudden knock on the door jolted you from your seat. Your heart raced as you rushed to open it, hoping for some news, any news, about Nanami. With trembling hands, you opened the door to reveal Nanami standing there, his presence a bittersweet surprise.

However, the sight that greeted you sent a shiver down your spine and brought tears to your eyes. The left side of his body was covered in burns, and bandages were wrapped around him, evidence of the fierce battles he had faced.

Despite the visible injuries, Nanami wore a sincere smile on his face, and his eyes conveyed a mix of exhaustion and apology. In his hands, he held a bouquet of flowers, a thoughtful gesture that instantly melted away the tension in the room.

"Darling," he said softly, his voice carrying a weight that spoke of the trials he had faced, "I'm sorry I'm coming home late."