Tsuna was late. It wasn't so much the hour that bothered Kyoko, but the way her phone had remained traitorously silent during his absence. Usually when he worked after hours he would call and apologize profusely until she soothed him with empty assurances. Despite her previous promises to him, Kyoko was not sleeping soundly. She had eaten without him and left the rest of the meal in the microwave for when he finally arrived. She had prepared herself for bed and waited on the couch for over an hour before finally sighing and accepting that it would be another lonely night.
With sadness weighing on her mind, Kyoko had slipped into the bed, much too large for only a single body. She had curled around the blankets and tried to will herself to sleep. The only problem was the unnatural stillness surrounding her. It was like the room was pressing in and squeezing the breath from her lungs. She clenched her eyes before sighing and sitting up. Before she could step off the bed, the sound of the front door softly thumping shut had her pulling off the covers and bolting to her feet. When Kyoko finally stumbled to a halt in the kitchen door, her eyes widened at the sight of her husband.
Tsuna was frozen in the middle of the smaller room, clutching the dinner plate laden with food. His other hand was still resting against the microwave door and as they stood, a feint rumbling could be heard coming from his stomach. That wasn't why Kyoko was staring, though. What she was staring at was the state of the man in front of her.
Although he tried to hide it, Tsuna's hands were shaking slightly and his eyes were fighting to stay open. His facial features were drawn into a terse expression and his shoulders were set too stiff for him to have come home from the office. To back up her hypothesis, one of Tsuna's sleeves had a dark, crimson stain splashed across the material. Kyoko had never really taken the time to think very hard about the repercussions of Tsuna taking up the position of a Mafia boss, but as he gently set the plate back down on the kitchen bench with a pained expression, she finally realized what the substance on his sleeve was.
"You weren't doing paperwork," She asked sadly, "Were you?"
When asked the single question he hadn't wanted to hear, Tsuna could only bow his head. How could he lie when she had clearly seen the gore he was displaying so carelessly? The evidence was damning.