Probably the shortest fic I've ever written but whatever lmao

Ryoma stealthily shifted his palm to Corrin's side before ducking his tall frame down in order to place a good willed kiss on her cheek. The sudden notion resulted in a small blush to creep onto her cheeks but Corrin set it aside to peck him right back when he didn't expect it as he settled his reading glasses up his nose once more. The man looked back to her with a loving smile from his cluttered work desk but Corrin frowned much to his confusion.

"You know, it wouldn't hurt to get some rest, Ryoma" Corrin sighed as she poked Ryoma's nose playfully, but she was tired just by looking at her husband and the papers pooling around him, "In fact, working night after night like this is harmful. The bags under your eyes would probably reach your cheeks if you stay another day without rest."

"Yes but... there's much to do, dear. Leaving all of this work for rest will come get me in the future." Ryoma murmured, pulling out another sheet of paper from his countless bundles and picked up his brush to write.

Corrin watched in dismay as Ryoma dipped the brush in ebony ink and sign his name for the sixtey seventh time that afternoon. She wasn't sure how many times he did that in the morning to be frank. Taking a deep breath, the woman took the only one of the stacks of paper on Ryoma's desk that was probably the least agonizing to look at, "Fine, but however many pieces of paper in this sack is how many hours you will sleep."

"I believe 97 hours of sleep straight is quite impossible to do in one day."

"You memorize the number of papers in all of the stacks here?!"

"Yes."

"That's... I'm not sure whether to be concerned or amazed."

"In all honesty, dear, me neither."