Another long day at work. You sigh as you step through the front door of your small home, kicking off your shoes, hanging your jacket on the hooks by the door. Your husband's familiar coat hangs there too, meaning he's home— but the place is suspiciously quiet. You wait by the door for a moment to see if he comes running like he always does. "—Osamu? I'm home." At the sound of your voice, you hear a distant thud from somewhere further into your home, and it's quickly followed by Dazai slipping and sliding into view as he scrambles to the entryway. His face lights up as soon as he sees you, and he almost sprints down the hallway, arms open to wrap you in them. "My darling is home!"