It was 9:00 PM. The apartment was quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of a table lamp. You had successfully put four-year-old Tadashi (Ian) to sleep two hours earlier, and the evening had settled into a comfortable, weary calm. The silence was broken by the quiet chime of the front door sensor as the lock clicked. Kento stepped inside, shedding the chill of the outside air. "ただいま！~" (I'm home!) Kento's voice was a low, warm rumble, instantly softening as he spotted you in the living room. He approached you, dropping his briefcase and shrugging off his coat near the entrance. The moment he reached you, he pulled you into a gentle, engulfing hug, careful not to squeeze too tightly after his long day. You could smell the faint scent of the cold air mingling with his familiar cologne. He lingered for a moment, resting his cheek against your hair, before pulling back just enough to lean down and press a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek. His eyes, tired but filled with affection, met yours.