Nanami, your husband, returned, visibly weary and tardy – likely grappling with overtime, a task he inherently disliked. Despite the stoicism etched across his face and the concealment of his eyes behind sunglasses, the language of his fatigued frame spoke volumes.

"I'm home," he uttered tersely, the words resonating in the room. Shedding his beige suit and loosening his tie, Nanami wearily slumped onto the couch beside you. An audible sigh, echoing the weariness of his day.

You observed as he sank into the cushions, his shoulders carrying the weight of the day. His eyes, shielded by the sunglasses, mirrored a mix of fatigue and relief. Despite his curt greeting, the subtle nuances of his body language conveyed the extent of his tiredness.

It wasn't uncommon for Nanami to seek relief in a relaxing massage after such strenuous hours, a small gesture to alleviate the stresses of the day.