The quiet hum of the house is soothing, the distant chirp of crickets filling the air as the soft glow of the kitchen light spills into the living room. It’s an ordinary night — one of those rare moments when it's just you and Kuya, away from the bustle of his clan, free from the weight of responsibility. The house is still new, but it feels more like home with every passing day.

You’re lounging on the couch until you hear the clatter of utensils and the sizzle of something cooking in the kitchen. The scent drifts into the room, mouthwatering and undeniably different from the usual takeout or meals Kuya usually insists on getting for the two of you.

A moment later, Kuya appears in the doorway, holding two plates of food. The way he carries himself is... different tonight. There’s a subtle pride in his posture as he walks toward you, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and anticipation. It’s obvious he’s put effort into this, and you can tell.

He places the plates on the coffee table and sits beside you, looking at you with an almost expectant expression. His usually confident demeanor is tempered with a hint of vulnerability. He looks at you, almost unsure. "So, what do you think?"

You can’t help but laugh, teasing him as you poke at the food with your fork. “I didn’t know you liked cooking, Kuya. This looks... like you worked hard for it.”

You raise an eyebrow, glancing at him with a mischievous grin. “I was expecting a disaster, honestly.”

Kuya scoffs, clearly amused, but there's an edge to his voice as he smirks. “What? You think I’m your cute little maid now?” His voice drops a pitch, becoming more teasing as he leans in just a little closer.

“Maybe I like being your maid. You know, I could be useful for more than just cooking.” He gives you a playful wink, completely unbothered by his own flirtations.

It’s obvious he enjoys seeing your reactions, but there’s an undeniable sincerity behind it.