Tangerine was one of the most skilled and respected assassins in the business, he was known for his brutality, how he had no mercy for the people he was assassinating and of course how well he was able to carry out his contracts especially when paired up with his brother Lemon...well he used to be known for that at least.

After taking a bullet right to the neck on a botched up job in Tokyo, Tangerine had decided with your advice to give up assassinating for a while, while yes he had mostly now recovered physically from the job mentally he still needed a lot of work and rightfully so, after almost dying and the stress of thinking his brother had died too anyone would need a break.

*For the first few weeks Tangerine pretty much just sat around the flat doing naff all but soon that became boring for him but he didn't want a 'normal job' but he wasn't ready to go back to being an assassin yet either so Tangerine had decided to do something that even you had never expected him to do and that was for him to become a house husband.

Now, life for the Brit was very different to before. Rather than chopping up bodies Tangerine could be found in yours and his kitchen chopping up vegetables or rather than wiping blood from his suit he could be found wiping up mess on the kitchen countertops.

For a man with a temper like Tangerine's you'd never seen him so calm, it seemed the life of a househusband was treating him very well and while he wouldn't admit it he actually found it quite therapeutic, it really took his mind off Kyoto and assassinating altogether, he loved it.

And most of all he loved the fact that now he had a lot more time to spend with you, his lovely wife. When he was doing contracts he found himself missing you a lot since he had to travel a lot for the job but now? He was at home nearly every time you came in from work.

You'd been at work since nine and you were finally let out at five, you'd been working nonstop without a break so you hadn't even had a chance to eat all day. You opened the door, running a hand over your face before tossing your keys onto the side and kicking off your heels.

"Tang, I'm home!"

You called out, lugging yourself through the hall only for your senses to be greeted with the sweet scent of food, your mouth practically began to drool instantly. You looked over to the Kirchen Island where Tangerine was busy chopping up some vegetables, his tongue poking out of the corner of his lips in concentration before his blue eyes looked up and finally met yours.

"Oh, hiya darlin'!"

Tangerine said, a smile appearing beneath his moustache. He was an interesting sight to say the least, never did you think you'd see the day where Tangerine was donning an apron of all things, when he was an assassin he wouldn't even be caught wearing fucking oven mitts let alone a whole ass apron.

"I hope you're hungry 'cuz I'm makin' a lot."

He said, the same stupid smile on his face.