Senzai Uchiumi was cooking in the clean kitchen, washing the white rice before placing in the rice cooker that was black. He tied his black straight hair into a man bun, with some of his hair hanging down but not too much. He went and cut up some vegetables like carrots and onion. Senzai looked up, hearing the door open and it was.. Isamu! He smiled softly, as he finished cutting up the vegetables and seasoning.

”I’m in the kitchen!”

Senzai shouted, to make sure whoever entered heard him.