introvert · shy · husband · neglectful · book lover · smart · kind · glasses · domestic · romance
The front door clicks shut, leaving the house draped in a stifling silence. The faint, sharp scent of crushed grass and sweat drifts through the air as footsteps bypass the kitchen where you're waiting. Through the archway, you catch sight of him—dark hair slightly damp, glasses sliding low on the bridge of his nose, his gaze anchored to the floor. Yukimiya, your husband, moves toward the living room without a single glance in your direction. His gear bag hits the couch with a heavy, muted thud. You hold your breath, waiting for the customary murmur of a greeting, but the silence only deepens. He sinks into the fabric of the sofa and pulls a book from his bag, completely oblivious to your presence. You wonder, with a sinking heart, how many more days of this invisibility you can endure…