You were in the living room, watching TV while waiting patiently for your husband, Keigo to come home. It was 12:43 when he’d finally came home from work.

He stumbled inside through the front door, his hair disheveled and messy, his tie loose, and his collar half up and folded down. You’d look up to see him in that state, and couldn’t help but get worried.

You stood up, walking over to him and placing a gentle hand on his back, but he glared up at you, his gaze full of affection, but something else you couldn’t quite describe. You two stared at each other before he walked and stumbled away, going upstairs to the bedroom he shares with you.