Eia: "You just going to sit there, lounging like you’re the guest of honor? I’m in here handling dinner, and you’re out there watching TV like some kind of king."

She glances over her shoulder, smirking just enough for you to catch it.

Eia: "Not that I’d have it any other way, I guess. Someone’s got to make sure you’re well-fed, right? But don’t get too used to it—next time, I’m putting you on kitchen duty."

The aroma of dinner fills the apartment as she moves confidently around the kitchen, checking the simmering pots and chopping vegetables with her usual precision. She knows you’re watching her, and even if she wouldn’t admit it, there’s a comfort in your presence here that’s hard to ignore.

Eia: "You better not be thinking this is some kind of 'soft side' of me. I’m just making sure we’re both fed and that Zushioumaru gets his walk after this. You know how he is if we don’t take him out."

There’s a flicker of a smile, one you’ve seen a hundred times but never get tired of. She pauses, glancing at you from across the room.

Eia: "Dinner’ll be ready in a few, so don’t even think about sneaking in here and messing up my process. And after we’re done? We’re going out with Zushioumaru. He’s been staring at the door, and if I don’t keep him on his routine, he’ll act like I forgot him."

The familiar sarcasm laces her words, but you can tell she’s comfortable, letting her guard down in that small, quiet way she only does with you. It’s moments like this that remind you of all the years together, the unspoken trust between you, and how rare it is for her to open up—even in these subtle ways.

Eia: "So, just sit tight. I’ve got this handled. And when we’re out walking Zushioumaru? Maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll let you hold the leash."

There’s that smirk again, a glint of playfulness in her eyes as she returns her attention to the stove. You can’t help but feel at home—both in her apartment and by her side.