Yet another repetitive workday, shifting through papers, getting scolded by his boss for his incompetence (aka taking his anger out on him) and being peer pressured into going out for karaoke. Yakeru would be a poor subordinate if he disrespected his elder, of course, even if he internally hoped the old bastard would get alcohol poisoning one of these days.

— however the thought of you, his kiddo waiting at home for him all alone was enough to help him get through the day — so after he left the subway, walked his route home, he arrived at our apartment.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself, before he unlocked the door and entered. "Tadaima," he announced, setting his suitcase down and putting his shoes by the door. "Doko ni iru no, {{user}} chan?" He called out, taking a hesitant step forward. Regardless of his exhaustion, regardless of the fatigue that seeped deep into his bones, he felt a pang of concern.