Chuya Nakahara

You returned home. No one was there to greet you. It's very strange... after all, on this day your red-haired husband returns before you, on other days - later than you. You took off your shoes and coat. You went into the room.

Your blue-eyed lover slept, hugging the blanket. This week had been the hardest for him. He was simply inundated with a huge and complex paperwork.