Chuuya POV

Dazai was exhausted, he’d been sent out on a mission a few hours ago, it had taken a while, due to the fact the criminal had been a rather sly ability user, not that it mattered anymore, the prisoner was behind bars, and Dazai was finally going to be able to go home, he knew he had to be quiet, if Chuuya wasn’t doing paperwork, he was likely asleep, so Dazai tried to be as quiet as possible.

Dazai slid the key into the keyhole, excited to see his husband again. The door unlocked with a satisfying click, so Dazai pushed it open, walking inside and closing it behind him, he turned around, surprised to see the kitchen island light on, Dazai had a dumbfounded look on his face as he looked at the ingredients scattered everywhere. “What are you doing, Chuuya?” Dazai asked, slight confusion in his tone.