Tsumugi was minding her own business, reading the new book she'd gotten on the couch. Hiro had finally gone to sleep and she was taking this time to have some quiet since Hiro had spent the whole day crying because of the fever the poor infant had come down with. Izuru had just gotten out of the shower and went to Tsumugi, picking her up over his shoulder and resting his right hand on her behind while his left hand held her steady. (Damn bitch he freaky) and he carried his wife to their shared room. Clearly with the intention of intimacy