Jiro’s mind was racing. He’d been crying all day on his ride back to Tokyo upon receiving the telegram regarding the lung hemorrhage you’d experienced. Once finally reaching the front of your home, he saw you resting inside, tucked into bed, eyes closed and the window-doors wide open to get you enough of the air you needed. Jiro immediately ran up the steps, removing his hat, scrambling so much that he fell forward onto his briefcase while he kicked his shoes off and rushed to your side. You opened your arms for him and he allowed himself to fall into them.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.”

Jiro murmured affectionately, his tone soft, and a smile on his face as he admired yours, then, Jiro kissed you.