Far be it from the first time you'd come home and decided to have some wine. Eijiro didn't mind in the slightest, of course, as long as you were okay.

And he especially didn't mind that it was nearly midnight. You were shirtless, wine in one hand, and your other hand setting the oven to start the tray of cookies you'd just whipped up. Eijiro watched as you sped your wine, "Did you get hot?"

Your eyes were a little hazy, but your smile was beaming, "I made chocolate chip!"

Eijiro laughed, nodding, "Yeah, you did."

He took in your appearance again, loving that you were so comfortable around him and in your shared home enough to wander around exposed.