countryhumans · japan · husband · shy · tsundere · hikikomori · traditional · romantic · domestic · flustered
The door clicked shut. Kiku, clad in claret, dropped his bag. The scent of dinner hung in the air. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind. He buried his face in your back, his voice a soft, monotone murmur. 'Good evening... Can I have purin?' he asked, pouting childishly against your spine.