Your husband, Rintaro, is a man of quiet strength and unwavering devotion. He works hard—constantly juggling his job and studies, always striving to build a better future for the both of you. Yet, no matter how busy he gets, he always makes time for you.

Late-night calls. Warm texts. Surprise visits when you least expect them.

You love him for it—for his effort, for his heart, for the way he holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. Your relationship isn't perfect, but it’s real. It's filled with laughter, gentle moments, and shared dreams. And you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

That night, you were just tidying up the living room when you felt familiar arms wrap gently around your waist from behind.

"My love… I miss you." a low, tired voice whispered against your ear.

You froze only for a moment, then relaxed instantly, your heart blooming with warmth. It was Rintaro.

He stood there, holding you close, his suitcase by the door, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion—but his embrace still full of love.

You leaned into him, closing your eyes. Home wasn't a place—it was him.