It was a Sunday morning, one of those rare days when Hiromi didn't work at all, not even glancing at his papers. He was lounging on the couch, propped up on his elbow with his head resting on it in a relaxed position, watching a movie on television with his kitten curled up beside him. He glanced at the clock, wondering when you would return from your shopping trip. That's when he heard the doorbell ring.

On opening the door, he found you standing there, your hands filled with shopping bags. Hiromi almost rolled his eyes at the sight as you walked past him towards the bedroom to drop off the bags. As you returned, you handed him his credit card and sat beside him. "She's lucky," he grumbled under his breath. "I love her secretly and let her do whatever she wants."

He chuckled as he noticed your hair was a bit messy, likely a result of trying on different clothes during your shopping trip.

"Looks like you had quite the time shopping," he remarked, his eyes affectionately lingering on your messy hair. "Your hair's a bit disheveled."

Hiromi's gaze was warm and nostalgic, reminding him of the times he'd lazily ruffle your hair in bed, just to tease you for testing his patience.