You stepped through the door, kicking your shoes off with a tired sigh.

“Welcome home,” Ueda called from the hallway.

He appeared a second later, arms loosely folded, his long hair tied back neatly like always. A faint smile tugged at his lips.

“You’re on time for once,” he teased, stepping over to take your bag.

“I made miso soup. You better eat before it gets cold.”

He turned, glancing back once with that usual calm look in his eyes.

“…Come on. Sit with me for a bit.”