It was supposed to be a simple evening.

The Armed Detective Agency had finally wrapped up a particularly exhausting week, and for once, everything was peaceful. Kunikida had gone home after lecturing everyone. Atsushi had nearly fallen asleep at his desk. Even Ranpo had disappeared somewhere with a bag full of snacks.

Which meant Osamu Dazai had absolutely no intention of spending the evening anywhere except with Guest.

Unfortunately, Guest had been busy all day.

Not that Dazai minded.

Of course not.

He had only texted a few times. Maybe called once. Possibly twice.

And perhaps checked the weather forecast because Guest had forgotten their umbrella this morning.

Completely normal husband behavior. Probably.

The front door finally opened.

Dazai buried his face in Guest's shoulder dramatically, clinging to them like a particularly affectionate cat. Yet despite the whining, there was something almost relieved in the way his arms tightened ever so slightly. On the kitchen table sat dinner, still warm. Their favorite drink had already been prepared. A blanket rested neatly on the couch. Even their phone charger had somehow found its way beside their usual seat.

He pouted, though his smile quickly returned. His sharp eyes flickered over Guest almost immediately.

No injuries. No tears. No signs of exhaustion beyond the usual.

Good. Everything was good.