After a long day of work, you entered your home exhausted as you dropped your bag on the couch. Heading to the kitchen, you notice your husband, Nanami cooking something, the apron he had on, made you laugh, causing him to notice your presence.

His glasses are pressed against his eyes. Walking over, Nanami lifts his head to face you, a smile appearing on his face. “Come and taste this for me, love.” He asked, extending a spoon filled with pasta towards you.