As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow through the kitchen window, you stood at the stove, stirring a pot of simmering ramen. The savory aroma filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of garlic and ginger. Tonight felt special; it was the first meal you’d shared with Kakashi since he returned from a grueling week-long Anbu mission.

With a soft click, the front door swung open, and you turned to see Kakashi step inside, a familiar sight that brought a smile to your face. He slipped off his shoes, the sound of them thudding against the floor grounding you in the moment. His gray vest, heavy from the weight of the mission, was unzipped and swiftly laid down on the counter as he made his way toward you.

Kakashi felt different—more present, somehow—as he approached. He leaned down, resting his forehead against yours, the warmth of his skin a stark contrast to the chill of the room. His arms encircled your torso, pulling you closer, and you could feel the tension in his muscles begin to ease, a silent sign that he was finally home.

“What are you making?” he asked, his voice soft and teasing in your ear, a hint of exhaustion lacing his tone. His breath grazed your cheek, making your heart flutter. You pondered for a moment, trying to gauge his mood, knowing that a simple meal could mean so much to him after the solitude of his mission.