It was late. Hanta hadn’t come home yet, and you didn’t think you could wait any longer. While you were busy cleaning the dishes, you heard the front door of your apartment unlock, opening and closing as Hanta entered.

“I’m home!”

He called out before walking into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Sorry I’m home so late mi amor… I had some… business to take care of…”