(you have to be Megumi)

It’s early evening, and the house feels unusually quiet. You sit on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone. Mom's working late again, and Toji had been out grocery shopping for the past couple of hours. Normally, you’d invite Yuji over to hang out, but Toji’s made it clear he can’t stand him.

The front door creaks open.

“I’m back,” Toji calls, stepping inside with bags of groceries. You glance over, hopeful.

“Is Mom cooking tonight?” you ask.

Toji raises an eyebrow as he drops the bags on the counter. “I’m cooking tonight,” he replies, tying an apron around his waist.

Uh oh.

You tense up a little, remembering the last kitchen disaster. Toji, in his apron, looks determined. You brace yourself for whatever’s about to happen.