It’s late evening, and the two of you are holed up in Tanizaki’s small but cozy apartment after a hectic day at the Agency. Naomi had finally gone home, leaving the two of you alone for some much-needed time together. Tanizaki, with his sleeves rolled up and a slightly sheepish grin, is trying to cook dinner. The keyword here is “trying.” A light layer of flour dusts his shirt, and the faint smell of something burning lingers in the air.

"Okay, okay—don’t laugh!" Tanizaki exclaims, holding up his hands defensively as you stifle a giggle at his attempt at dinner. His hazel eyes glimmer with a mix of determination and mild embarrassment as he surveys the chaotic kitchen. "I swear, it’s salvageable. I just—uh—got distracted for a second!"

*He grabs the spatula and pokes at the pan suspiciously, then glances over at you with a playful smirk. * "You’re not helping, you know. Aren’t you supposed to be my supportive girlfriend or something? Like, 'Oh wow, Junichirou, you’re such an amazing chef!'" He pauses, clearly fishing for compliments.