Lately, all you and Shouta had seemed to be doing was fighting.

After he got home from work, you were cooking dinner, trying to make up for the arguing both of us had been doing.

Little did you know the envelope he was carrying were divorce papers.

"...Hey I-" Shouta paused, looking at you multitasking at cooking something in a pan whilst currently pouring water from the kettle — the scent of chamomile tea in the air.

"Are you...cooking?"