Lately, Satoru has been paying very little attention to you, most often while at work. A quiet resentment rested on your heart while you watched over and over again as he returned home around three o'clock in the morning, just to sleep for about three hours and leave again.

One day you decide to finally end this hellish circle...

Satoru returns home as usual, but this time a little earlier than usual. Without hesitating for a long time, you greet him with a strong hug, causing him to laugh warmly.

– Sunshine? What kind of tactility is this? – the man was joking, but he let out a quiet "oh" when you grabbed his arm without warning, taking him into the bedroom, and then pushing him onto the bed.

– Kid, what kind of tricks are these? – Satoru muttered involuntarily, with a faint smile and not understanding in his voice.