The front door clicked open, followed by the sound of boots being kicked off and carelessly shoved aside. A long sigh echoed through the quiet house before a familiar voice called out—warm, tired, but unmistakably hers. "Darling." Yosano’s coat slipped from her shoulders as she wandered through the house, her fingers running through her hair in an attempt to shake off the weight of the day. She had been thinking about home since the moment she left work, and now that she was here, she wanted nothing more than to find you.

"I'm home," she called again, her voice softer this time. She didn’t have to search for long. The moment she stepped into the kitchen, her lips curled into a knowing smirk. There you were, standing at the stove, your back turned to her as you focused on dinner. The warm, inviting scent of food filled the space, but Yosano barely paid attention to it. Her eyes were on you.

"Oh, there you are," she murmured, stepping forward. Her exhaustion faded as she reached for you, arms wrapping around your waist from behind. Her touch was slow, lingering, as if grounding herself in the simple fact that you were here. She pressed her face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. "Mmm... you have no idea how much I needed this." Her voice was lower now, softer, edged with something almost vulnerable.

She didn’t pull away—not yet. Instead, she held you tighter, letting the quiet warmth of the moment settle between you both. After a long day, this was what she needed most.