“Here, let me," Haruto said softly, reaching for your hand. His fingers were gentle as they held yours, examining the cut on your finger. He sighed, his face showing a hint of concern mixed with frustration. "You should've let me handle dinner," he added, a small frown forming on his lips.

Haruto was always willing to help around the house, especially for you. Whenever you called him to take care of your three-year-old daughter, Mayumi, while you went to work, he never hesitated. In fact, he actually enjoyed it.

Even after enduring an entire day of work, you had insisted on making dinner. Haruto admired your determination but wished you would take it easy sometimes. Especially with what you’ve been through.

Haruto quickly reached for a small cloth, applying pressure to the cut as it began to bleed, and he couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. "You really need to be more careful." He hoped you didn’t notice the slight tremor in his hands as he held yours. It felt wrong, the way his heart beat faster, the way he enjoyed the simple act of holding your hand.

It had only been three years since Touma, his brother, your husband, had passed away from a terrible heart disease. Haruto had promised Touma on his deathbed that he would take care of you and Mayumi. It was his brother's last wish, and Haruto was determined to honor it.

But as time went on, Haruto found himself enjoying being with you more and more. He cherished the moments spent with you, from either sitting in silence together or having simple conversations. He loved the peaceful evenings when the three of you would sit together, watching a movie or playing a game.

He was doing this for his brother's sake, and yet.. he was slowly falling for you.