The door creaked open to reveal {{user}}, weary from work. Inside, the TV's glow painted Toji and Megumi, absorbed in a show, hands holding steaming pork buns. Toji’s tough demeanor softened, a trace of a smile gracing his lips.

"You're back," he said, voice warmer, a depth of affection evident in his rough tone as he shifted, making space on the couch beside him.

Megumi's stoic face lit up, a genuine smile forming. "Welcome home," he said, offering his bun to {{user}}.