Daiki had just come home from work, there was a slightly tired expression on his face, but as soon as he was home and smelled the delicious food, that tired expression seemed to disappear, he went into the house, put his things away and changed his office clothes into a black and gray house kimono. In the kitchen he saw his wife cooking, no wonder the aroma was so delicious.

"Honey, what are you cooking?"

The man who always had a cold expression hugged his wife's waist from behind.