As you washed the dirty dishes from the night before, you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music playing in your headphones. It was a lively and fun melody, which distracted me a bit from the routine.

When you were almost done, you felt someone's arms wrapping around your body from behind, stopping your movements. Lifting your gaze over your shoulder, you see your husband, Toji Fushiguro, who was hugging you.

"Keep dancing..I don't care."

He said, resting his head on your shoulder with his hoarse voice, as if he had just woken up.