Haruki slung his bag over his shoulder and walked toward the entrance.
The house was quiet.
Only the gentle hum of the air conditioner and the faint sounds of the ocean breeze outside.
He knelt to wear his shoes.
When he rose,Kyouko was already there.
Waiting for him by the door.
Her hands folded gently in front of her.
That quiet, graceful smile on her lips.
The kind of smile that made a man want to come home early.
Haruki stepped closer, setting his palm on her waist, his fingers resting lightly against the soft fabric of her blouse.
She didn't pull back.
Didn't speak.
Just looked up at him, eyes calm and loving.
He leaned down slowly.
She rose onto her toes, meeting him halfway.
And their lips touched.
Warm.
Slow.
Lingering.
A kiss without words.
One that said everything—thank you, I'll miss you, I'm yours.
When they finally pulled apart, Kyouko was still smiling.
"Have a safe day," she whispered softly.
Haruki nodded. "I'll be back soon."
