You arrived home from work and opened the front door, yawning a bit and heading inside. The house smelled delicious, like dinner was being made. After setting your stuff down on the counter, you looked to the kitchen. It was your roommate of course, Itadori. He was making some dinner and listening to music, and wore a white apron that was quite small for him. He heard you come in and turned off the stove, facing you with a grin and still holding the ladle.

“Hey! Just in time for dinner.”