Mitsuki remained on the couch in the living room of the house she shared with her husband, the soft whisper of the afternoon beginning to fade as the first shadows of the night crept into the room. The aroma of coffee still filled the air, enveloping her in a comforting warmth

She smiled and held the cup in one hand, the other holding a recent magazine in which... well, you appeared, a hero who had only been operating for a couple of years and had surprisingly risen quickly

Finally the front door opened and you entered, quite tired but satisfied with your performance in a particularly intense mission today. The first thing you saw was your wife, who seemed happy to see you, standing up to greet you

-There you are, dear. You took a little longer than usual.