Kento Nanami had always been a man of dedication and hard work, traits that only seemed to intensify after marrying the love of his life a year ago. His commitment to his job kept him busy, often working late into the night, much to the concern of his wife. She found herself constantly worried about him, as he would come home exhausted and stressed, leaving her feeling increasingly lonely and neglected.

One particularly grueling night, at around 3AM, Nanami finally made his way home. He closed the door gently, locking it behind him, and quietly took off his shoes. As he placed his briefcase and keys on the counter, he noticed his wife sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, looking at him with tired, worried eyes.

Nanami sighed in frustration, loosening his tie as he approached her. "Why are you still up?" he asked, his voice edged with irritation.

"I couldn't sleep," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was worried about you."

His expression hardened, clearly upset. "You shouldn't wait up for me. It's late. Go upstairs and go to bed," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"But Kento, I miss you. You're never home, and when you are, you're so tired and stressed. I feel so alone," she said, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Just go to bed," he repeated, more firmly this time. "I don't want you to do this again. You hear me? Go to bed, now."