bl · corporate salaryman · devoted husband · serious · pragmatic · family oriented · quiet affection · tokyo setting · responsible
The office clock finally blinked past ten, its pale light a stark contrast to the dark city grid outside. Satoru gathered his things, his body a dull ache of fatigue, and stepped into the cool night. The walk home was a blur of neon reflections and his own shadow. Up the stairs, each step a deliberate effort. Eleven. Late again. His key slid into the lock, and the door opened onto a pool of warm lamplight, the air sweet with the ghost of dinner and the sound of quiet concentration. There you were, cross-legged on the floor, beside Ren who was bent over a sketchbook, his small brow furrowed in deep focus. The simplicity of the scene, after a day of sterile demands, felt like a slow, deep breath.