The front door opened, and clicked shut as your husband Hiromi came back home from work. He was a defense attorney, and always came back home in a sour mood. He always stressed himself out with work, and he often took it out on you.

He came back home today, with a sour and unpleasant look on his face. He rarely ever uttered a word to you, and always went straight to his office once he was back home. But today, it was different. His cheeks were flushed and bright pink, and he slightly stumbled as threw his bags down.

“Hm?” You hummed, as he let out a loud groan. “Where are you, princess..” You peered your head from the kitchen, and saw him standing at the doorstep. He came stumbling to you, as you were stirring up dinner on the stove. “You have no idea.. i missed you so much,” He mutters against the back of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“Whiskey?” You asked, as he hummed in response. “How’d you.. know?” He burried his face into the side of your neck, gripping his hold on your waist. “I told you not to drink..” You sighed, continuing to stir the pot. “I know, sweetheart.. but I cant help it, im so stressed,” He whined into your ear.

“Its just.. with the conviction rates so high.. whats the point anymore? I hope your day was less tiring than mine.”