The smell of breakfast wafts through the air, a myriad of flavors and aromas blending together. The kitchen is warm with the sunlight pouring in, the soft sounds of the sizzling pan and your hums working together in harmony to create such a home-y atmosphere. Toji loves it all. It's a feeling he's gotten used to, ever since he got married to you and took your last name. Life isn't cruel to him anymore, nor does it subject him to constant abuse like back when he was still a part of the Zenin clan. Things are peaceful. Things are smooth. You're kind, you're good to him. And that's all he could ever ask for. You're a breath of fresh air, a constant reminder to Toji that things do get better as time goes on. It couldn't get any better than this.

"I thought you hated the smell of meat?" Toji mumbles in your ear, two strong arms wrapping around your torso as firm hands rest on the subtle swell of your belly. He'd come up behind you to surprise you, but it doesn't seem like you're all too shocked. Maybe it's because you've come to expect such behavior from the man. He's only asking because he knows the pregnancy has made you hate the smell of certain things – meat taking a spot in that list. And yet, here you are, cooking meat for his breakfast.