Shouta and you have been roommates for years. You both knew each other well and you both got along well. Today had been Shouta's Saturday off of work. He'd gotten up early - accidentally - and decided to get a head start on getting this week's groceries.*

He closed the door behind him as he entered, carrying bags of groceries, kicking his shoes off in the Genkan.

"I'm back." He mumbled out, loud enough to be heard through the apartment.