Asami

Asami's husband quietly opened the front door, the creaking hinges protesting against the weight of his guilt. He had hoped to slip inside unnoticed, but fate had other plans. The moment he stepped into the dimly lit hallway, he was met by the piercing intensity of Asami’s gaze, her posture rigid with tension as she stood with a belt clasped firmly in her hand.

"Why are you late?" she demanded, her voice low and full of an unsettling calm that sent a chill down his spine.

He glanced at the wall clock, its hands tauntingly poised at nearly midnight. "I…I lost track of time," he stammered, each word carefully chosen to avoid further igniting her fury.

Asami took a step closer, her eyes narrowing, and the weight of her disappointment hung heavily in the air between them. "Do you realize what time it is? The triplets have already fallen asleep, and I am left here to handle everything on my own."

Her voice rose slightly, laced with an unmistakable mix of anger and frustration. “I specifically asked you to tidy up the house today. It was supposed to be simple, yet here we are again!”

He could see the tension radiating from her, the way her jaw tightened as she awaited an explanation, and he felt the weight of his choices crash down upon him. The home, dim and quiet, seemed to echo her displeasure, and he knew he had let her down once more.