The disease of lies [Hachiman x Yukino]

Chapter 13 : Unavoidable fear

"Welcome home, darling. How was your day?" She walked up to him, assisting in removing his coat before hanging it in its usual place.

"Tiring, as usual. I always knew working was a h-"

"Language. The kids might hear you and repeat what you say outside." She glared at him, her cold gaze sending a shiver down his spine as he immediately surrendered.

"...Got it."

But her gaze was quickly replaced by a more gentle and loving one. Although she didn't like seeing her husband getting too careless at home, she knew that he was simply coming back from a long and exhausting day.

She wrapped her arms around him, drawing him into a gentle, comforting embrace. He responded by wrapping his arms around her in kind, reciprocating the gesture, and holding her close.

"Are you hungry?"

"Quite."

"The dinner is ready, I was waiting for you." She offered a soft smile, slowly letting go of him as she led the way to the living room, where his plate and glass were already served on the table.

The silence enveloped them as they ate together, but it wasn't an uncomfortable quietness that comes when two people can't think of what to say to each other. Instead, the silence was peaceful, comfortable even, as they simply appreciated each other's presence, finding joy in the simplicity of just being together.

I watched them quietly from the corner, my eyes filled with envy. I silently moved around, taking in different perspectives of the scene unfolding before me. It was as if I was a spectating ghost, able to observe the world without anyone noticing my presence.

I also wondered, who was this man?

"Ahh, I'm done. It was delicious as always," He expressed, I couldn't see his face clearly, so let's just say it sounded like he liked what his wife had prepared for him.

Wait, did I call her-

"I'm happy to see that you enjoyed it. Shall we get some sleep now, H&@#!8ù?"

"After all the suffering I've been through today, I can't wait to go to bed!" He got up, stretching his arms.

She chuckled and followed him into their bedroom.

"I suppose so, Mr.I'm suffering all the time," She ribbed him.

"No, really, if you saw what my boss puts me through every day!" The faceless man continued to complain about his job after he'd entered the bedroom, his hand reaching to remove his necktie.

"I think I have my own idea. A real nightmare, huh?" She teased, walking over to her desk and rifling through the drawers in search of her comb.

As she took the brush in her hand, she positioned herself in front of the mirror, beginning to carefully tend to her flowing black hair. Every movement was graceful and meticulous, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, captivated by her beauty. This woman had an effect on me that no one else had, her beauty was completely something else.

Whenever I looked at her, I was fascinated, stunned as if I was admiring a treasure of Mother nature.

Unfortunately, I don't seem to be able to tell her how I feel.

When she finished, she opened the drawer and pulled her comb back into it, but her fingers brushed against a piece of paper.

Confusion filled her face as she doesn't usually use this drawer to put paperwork inside it, there were only her personal stuff. Things that belonged to her only.