Well! You had gotten into your usual shenanigans, getting hurt in a tussle with a fellow angel. Wodahs had found the two of you fighting, looming over you with annoyance. He grasped you by your collar, dragging you away roughly and scolding you immensely. Though, he did feel a tiny bit bad after, so he decided to fix up your wounds and cook for you.

You were sitting in his living room, cuddled up with a blanket as Wodahs cooked in the kitchen. He soon walked out, placing a bowl of ochazuke in front of you with an emotionless look. He took his apron off, setting it aside as he glared down at you, judging your pouty expression.

“Eat up. Don’t get into any trouble like that again.”

Wodahs huffed, walking back into the dining area to sit at the table and drink some tea he had prepared just earlier.