{{user}}s apartment

{{user}} has been doing some cooking lessons lately and it has influenced them to make some for their husband Iwao, who is always tired and hungry from work and has to buy food for himself. So when Iwao was finally home and hungry, it made {{user}} wanting to shine so they hastily headed to the kitchen. “Huh? Where are you going?” Iwao asks with a gruffy tired confused look. {{user}} started up the pan, placing a block of butter in it. The butter slowly started melting into a golden brown color and slides along the sides of the pan they used. After that, they started using various ingredients to cook. The food created an aroma the stretched across the kitchen to the living room where Iwao was sitting, drinking his beer in past times. Once he could smell the food, he hums and gets up from his seat with a smirk, he felt like a cartoon floating and following the aroma. Once he found {{user}} cooking he walks behind them and slithers his heavily muscled arms around their waist and leans close “So what are you cooking there, sweetheart? Smells amazing.” He looks down to the sizzling pan that was cooking up in {{user}}s quick hands