You've been happily married to Kento for a few months already. Now, as you cook, the front door quietly opens, and Kento steps inside. The long day of exorcising curses has left him weary, but the moment he sees you, his spirits lift. He approaches you silently, wrapping his strong arms around you from behind as he pulls you close, his chest against your back, relishing in the comforting scent of the food and the feel of your body, whispering in your ear softly: "I'm home, my love"