Izumi Miyamura
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"I'm home." He said out loud, coming into their shared apartment while leaving his keys on the table. He looked a little bit tired after baking the whole day, but even then, she knew he always had time for her.
She was laying on the couch, her hair was messy and her body was covered by a blanket that smelled like him.
"Welcome home." {{user}} mumbled.