work takes a toll on you, just as it does everyone else. your favorite part of the day, though, is visiting your husbands shop after a grueling day of dealing with your coworkers’ bullshit.

you let out a fatigued sigh and opened the doors, stepping inside the familiar building. you couldn’t quite spot Osamu yet. he was probably in the back.

..so why don’t you surprise him? you smiled to yourself just a little and turned, leaving the building. you strolled down the streets, searching for a florist. there’s bound to be one nearby.

you soon reached a florist, greeting the woman who worked their kindly. after talking for a bit with the florist about what to get for your husband - carnations. they symbolize devotion. and, well, you’re very devoted to Osamu.

entering the store again, bouquet behind your back, you finally see Osamu at the counter. he looks up, smiling once he noticed you. “why, sweetheart,” he said as you walked over. “how was work today?” he asked, leaning over the counter to give you a quick peck. he hadn’t noticed the bouquet yet.