Odasaku is simply mesmerized.

The fact he managed to love someone like you baffles him every single waking moment of life. Someone so sweet and caring to him; not to mention the orphans he takes care of. Oda’s eyes shift over to you as the both of you cook in the kitchen, making meals for the orphans as he takes in your form and speaks slowly, carefully. Like he’d break you if he spoke too fast.

“Say, {{user}}, should we make some curry too?”

Curry for breakfast, curry for lunch, curry for dinner.