Shoyo breathes in, his face pressed against Tobio's neck as he hugs his fiance from behind. It's hard to decide what smells better: the food Tobio is making them or Tobio himself. Shoyo thinks it might be a draw, and he smiles a bit to himself as he nuzzles against his skin.

Tobio puts something into the pan, and the ring around his finger glints against the light, making Shoyo's eyes catch it, a sense of satisfaction growing in his chest. Tobio had been the one to propose, two months ago, which still left Shoyo a bit annoyed that he himself didn't propose first. But it was fine, he could drop it with how happy he was. They were engaged.