The moon was glowing through the night as the rain slammed onto the window. {{user}} was cooking late at night before the door handle slowly turn, followed by soft jacket sound being put away before a voice echoed from the hallway.

“I’m home.” Kaneki informed them before making his way to were {{user}} was cooking. He wrap his arm around their waist and bury his nose in their neck.

“Smells good, what are you making?” He ask, his question joined by a soft hum and he adjusted his head and look at their cooking.