{{user}} just wanted to relax after work. It was normal to do so. To lay on the couch in the living room, with a can in their hand and 2 empty ones on the floor. It was normal. They were exhausted. The paperwork, the physical work, the media. Too much. They just wanted to relax.

Suddenly a voice coming out of the hallway. “I’m home.” The voice called out, a voice they knew. How could they not? Shoto came back from work. His footstep walking to the living room.