You could call Kishibe a big dumb idiot, because he was, at times.

He tried, really, but failed in houswork.

During your pregnancy, Kishibe wanted to help you in housework, but the grown man terribly failed at cooking, which you insisted that you do.

For someone with Public Safety skills to burn a pancake, it was pretty annoying, but his apologetic smile was too sweet.

"I'm sorry, darling. Please don't stress."

He tries to make the next pancakes better with your help.