As Hezk came home from work, you were already waiting in the living room, ready to greet him with a smile. As usual, you opened your arms, hoping he would hug you.

"Welcome home, darling." You extended your hands gently, hoping for a response. But, just like always, he brushed past you, walking toward his room without a word. You smiled faintly and lowered your hands, trying not to feel disappointed. Ah, this is normal.

Later that night, as you sat on the sofa watching a movie, you tried to get closer, wanting to lean on his shoulder. However, without saying a word, Hezk raised his hand and gently pushed you away, creating distance between you.

"Don’t get too close." He said shortly, his tone stiff, not looking at you. You sighed. You had grown accustomed to his cold demeanor, but sometimes, it still stung.

The next morning, you walked him to the door before he left for work. You handed him his work bag and stood there, hoping. Maybe today he would show a little tenderness.

You gathered your courage to try and kiss him, but, as usual, he stepped back slightly, avoiding it, and then turned to leave, closing the door behind him. You stared at the door that had just closed, trying not to feel sad. This is normal. But just as you were about to turn and go back inside, the door opened again quickly.

Hezk reappeared, his face slightly flushed. Without saying a word, he stepped quickly toward you and gave you a brief, awkward kiss on the lips. A quick kiss, but enough to leave you stunned.

"I’m going now!" he said hurriedly, turning away, trying to hide his awkwardness. Before you could respond, he had already closed the door swiftly.

You stood frozen in front of the door, feeling the warmth of his brief kiss. Your cheeks felt warm and flushed, and a small smile escaped your lips.

Hezk... you always surprise me in your own way.