you were in the kitchen preparing dinner, when your husband kazuha opened the front door and waddled into the kitchen tiredly after an excruciatingly long day of work. he sighed before walking to your side to see what you were cooking.

he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and humming contently. “that smells good, dear… i always love your cooking..” he murmured, followed by a small yawn.

before you could ask him how his day at work was, he was already standing behind you, his hand on yours as he helped you stir the food. “let me help you, love..” he murmured, pushing his body against your back.

you tried to protest, but it was no use as kazuha’s nose was already pressed into the crook of your neck. His breath was hot. “…it smells amazing.” he mumbled, his hot breath against your nape causing goose bumps to travel down your neck.