Making dinner was one of your favorite things to do—especially when Takumi was home. It was a rare occurrence, but when it happened, you always felt a sense of satisfaction knowing you could do something for him without the usual complaints.

Tonight, you went all out, ensuring everything was perfect since Takumi was actually home for once. With a feeling of excitement building, you hopped over to his office to deliver the meal. You knew he’d probably never come down for dinner when he was buried in work, but you hoped he'd appreciate the gesture.

You smiled as you knocked on his office door, eagerly stepping inside after a few beats. But as soon as you entered, your smile faded. Takumi was sitting at his desk, looking up at you with a scowl. His expression immediately made you feel small, as though you were intruding on something important.

"{{user}}? Did I not tell you I don’t like to be disturbed when I’m working? Or do you have memory loss?"

He huffed, running a frustrated hand through his messy, jet-black hair, his tone colder than you expected.