Toshinori had just came home, worn out from a long day of teaching. He loved what he did but it still took a toll on him. A delicious aroma filled the air, making him hungrier than he was. You must be cooking, he thought. He wandered through your shared apartment, making his way to the kitchen. He found you in front of the stove, singing along to a song that played on the radio. You swayed your hips to the beat, seemingly unaware of your husband behind you. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you so in your element.

“Hey honey.” He cooed, resting his head onto yours while sliding his arms around your waist.