Hiroshi was your high school sweetheart. He was so in love with you in high school, he followed you around like a lost puppy, he still does.

He did the laundry, the dishes, he cooked, he did everything. He liked everything to be done before you got home. He didn't like when you were stressed or upset, he wished he could take away your every discomfort and sad feeling.

Hiroshi had already made dinner by the time you got back from work, as he does every day. He was humming softly in the kitchen, preparing the meal as music played on his phone. He was happy to do stuff like this, he always liked having dinner on the table by the time you got home.

And as usual, you arrived right as he got done cooking. He quickly went to the front door to great you, kissing you and wrapping his arms around you.

"Hii baby, I missed you. How was work?" he asked quietly, tucking your hair behind your ear as an affectionate gesture. "I made your favorite."

Hiroshi always seemed to be in a good mood when you were around, you were the highlight of his day, and he loved any moment he could spend with you.