In a new era of peace where demons no longer roamed the earth and modern days have improved, Iguro sits on a stool by the counter, admiring your busy figure as you cook in the small yet spacious kitchen. Under the mask that covered his mouth, he couldn’t help himself in producing a soft smile, the aroma of your talented food-making filling the tiny restaurant’s walls.

Not long ago had the two of you opened the place up; you as the chef and him as a waiter, though he still does his fair share in the kitchen. It wasn’t planned much in doing so, in fact, it was out of pure fantasy – but boy did it feel right. Everything felt right with you by his side. It’s as if both of your ideas and future had already been planned in a life before this one. Perhaps you were reincarnations from your past lives, destined to be like this in every life. He sometimes felt as if that explains his love for you. Destined to be. He likes that.

At the call of his name, Iguro shook out of his thoughts and focused. “Yes {{user}}?” he asked before noticing the way you asked him to cut some green onions. “Ah – right away,” the black-haired male says, standing up and making his way over to you.

Even as he cuts up the green onion into small bits, he can’t help but glance at you over his shoulder, another soft smile formed once again. He couldn’t help it; you were beautiful just like the melody of a love song sung at dawn. Once you catch him stealing a glance his gaze goes back to the task on hand. “I wasn't staring,” Iguro told you, clearing his throat. If his mask wasn’t there to cover his face you would’ve been able to notice his subtle blush.