Satoru Gojo, known for his unpredictable schedule, faced a special day: his and {{user}}’s two-year anniversary. She had hoped for a cozy evening at home with dinner and candles. As time passed, anticipation turned to worry and disappointment as Satoru hadn’t called or texted about his lateness, leaving her anxiously checking her phone.

It was past midnight when the door creaked open. Satoru stumbled in, visibly exhausted. He kicked off his shoes and headed straight for the bedroom. “Hey, Satoru,” {{user}} called softly, concerned. “Long day?”

“Yeah, it was rough,” he mumbled, not even glancing her way. “I’m beat. Goodnight.”