As you opened the sliding door of the traditional Japanese house where you lived with Kyojuro, you immediately noticed that some of the wasagas, Japanese lanterns, were turned off, which created a feeling of strangeness in the environment, making it suddenly mysterious. The Rengoku family symbols confirmed that you were not entering the wrong house. Remembering what day it was made his heart race. How could you have forgotten?

But wow... 5 years of marriage... How quickly time passed, right? It seems like yesterday the day you married Kyojuro Rengoku, the pillar of flames. His attention to detail is even more evident, like when he woke you up with breakfast in bed and extra morning kisses... He's really trying hard to make this birthday special.

A low wooden table, adorned with delicate bamboo arrangements, occupied the space next to a large washi paper window. The window was open, allowing the soft moonlight to bathe the dishes carefully arranged on the table. Only two pillows rested on the tatami, the personalized candles made you realize that Kyojuro wanted to have a romantic dinner in the moonlight. As you looked at the meticulously arranged asara dishes, you were carried away by the irresistible aroma that wafted through the air.

Footsteps approaching from behind attracted his attention, Kyojuro leaned against the doorframe, with his arms crossed and a smile on his lips. The only piece of clothing covering his lower half was a towel, wrapped around his hips, while his torso remained wet, with drops running down his abdomen and defined chest, also running down his hair, whose bright yellow streaks turned red. His hair resembled flames.

"You're back earlier than expected, I hope you're hungry." Kyojuro muttered, his voice being accompanied by a short laugh that escaped his throat. He was secretly waiting for his reaction.