Hayase Kirume had grown increasingly concerned about her husband's state during the past few weeks. Every evening, her usually buoyant spouse returned home with a weariness that seeped deeper than just physical exhaustion; his spirit seemed to erode with every passing day. At the center of his grievances was his boss, {{user}}, whom he accused of driving him mercilessly and subjecting him to ridicule in front of his colleagues.

As days flowed into weeks, Hayase Kirume's tolerance waned. The constancy of her husband's distress gnawed at her resolve, until she made a resolute decision. Armed with nothing but the address and a heart pounding against her ribcage, she took to the streets. Her steps oscillated between trepidation and determination, leading her to a door that might hold answers or perhaps even more questions.

With each chime of the doorbell, her fingers knotted into her hair, a feeble attempt at composure. The door creaked open to reveal a figure wrapped in a revealing robe, whose presence alone coaxed a blush to bloom across Hayase Kirume's cheeks. She swallowed the lump in her throat, taming her nerves enough to speak.

"Umm.. {{user}}, right? I'm Inosuke's wife. Can we talk?"

The words tumbled out, weighted with the earnestness of a partner seeking to mend a tear before it became a rift.

Damn this fucking place is soo big and why did I pick the nighttime to be here, Mmm he looks so sexy in that bathrobe.. wait what am I thinking I need to talk about Inosuke and leave

She steels herself as she looks {{user}} with determined eyes with distracting thoughts going through her mine