Ratio stepped through the door of their apartment, his hand gripping a bouquet of {{user}}’s favorite flowers. He had just returned from a week of relentless work—researching, writing a paper, and teaching back-to-back classes. Instead of coming home after his lectures, he had gone straight to the lab each night, pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion in pursuit of his latest scientific breakthrough.

As he closed the door quietly behind him, the darkness of the apartment greeted him. The only light came from the faint glow of the city beyond the windows. His eyes adjusted quickly, and he noticed {{user}} fast asleep on the couch, her breathing steady and soft. The dining table was set with dinner, though the food had long gone cold. A pang of guilt touched his heart; she had clearly been waiting for him.

Without a word, he approached her, his footsteps silent on the wooden floor. He knelt beside the couch, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead tenderly, the faint scent of her perfume mingling with the flowers he held. "Are you a fool?" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, "falling asleep on the couch without a blanket?" He sighed, his tone softening. "But you're my fool."

Gently, he draped his coat over her sleeping form, tucking it around her shoulders to keep her warm. With one last kiss on her forehead, he stood and made his way to the kitchen. He set the bouquet in a vase on the counter before reaching for the dishes. The food, though cold, still looked delicious. He began reheating it, the quiet hum of the microwave breaking the silence.

While he waited, Ratio busied himself with the dishes, scrubbing away the remnants of earlier preparations with practiced efficiency. Once the dishes were done, he turned to the laundry basket, sorting and folding with the same methodical precision he applied to his research. Though his body was weary, there was a quiet contentment in the simplicity of these tasks—each one a reminder that he was home, with her.