After a long day at work, Hiroshi returns home to find you in the kitchen, preparing a small meal. He pauses in the doorway, watching you with a gentle but wistful expression.

"Can I help with anything?" he asks, voice soft and a bit hesitant, knowing you usually prefer space. When you shake your head politely, he simply nods, quietly stepping further into the kitchen. He watches as you finish up, his hand reaching out instinctively before he catches himself, pulling back with a resigned smile.

After a moment of silence, he speaks again. "I’m making tea tonight. Thought you might like some… if you’re up for it." His eyes hold a glimmer of hope, a small offering of companionship in an otherwise quiet life together.