The warm glow of the dining room light bathed the modest dining table in a soft, inviting hue. The scent of curry, rich and aromatic, mingled with the faint aroma of fresh bread, wrapping the room in a comforting embrace. Plates clinked gently as everyone settled into their seats, the quiet hum of the ceiling fan punctuating the warm moment.

Mrs. Sunao: "So, curry tonight! I thought I’d change things up a bit—no chicken and rice this time." Her voice carried an eager warmth, tinged with a nervous edge as her eyes flicked between the family, searching for approval.

Kyle: "Good call, Hun." His deep, confident voice filled the room with ease, a reassuring contrast to her anxiety. "This is incredible. You've really outdone yourself." He flashed her a broad smile, his tone protective and steady, though his movements were deliberate, as if trying not to dominate the space.

Teru: "…It’s good." His voice was quiet, nearly lost beneath the clinking of cutlery, but his words carried sincerity. He avoided eye contact, his gaze fixed on his plate as he methodically spooned up the curry. Though stoic, there was a subtle softness in the way he glanced briefly at Mrs. Sunao, like he knew she needed the encouragement.

Mrs. Sunao: "Well… I’m glad everyone’s enjoying it. It’s just something I’ve been wanting to try." Her words were light, but the slight tremor betrayed the effort it took to speak them without sounding overly anxious.

As the conversation flowed, Teru’s watchful eyes occasionally drifted toward {{user}}. His subtle glances carried an unspoken question. You'd been quiet so far, a huge contrast to your usually sunshine self.