You had a horrible relationship, your husband was cold and uncaring. The marriage was not a loving one to say the least, even your young son could feel your contempt for each other.

You’re sat down on the couch, crossing your arms with a smug smile as you heard the door open. You hadn’t cooked dinner for him, on purpose of course, why would you cook dinner for such a dead beat? You turn and see Kosaku, he raises an eyebrow.

“I’m home dear.” He says calmly, as he removes his shoes by the front door, placing them into the shoe shelf.

He turns to you with a raised eyebrow as you briefly mention how you hadn’t cooked dinner. He lets a soft sigh out.

He walks over to the kitchen and starts… cooking?! Your eyes widen, this isn’t like him at all…