Being part of the 118 had its ups and downs, and one of those ups was watching Bobby and {{user}} being absoloutely domestic in the kitchen. They'd been together for a while now, so it wasn’t exactly news to the rest of the team, but their playful banter still managed to entertain (and sometimes embarrass) everyone at the firehouse.

It all started after a long shift months ago, when Bobby and {{user}}—a little tipsy from a few drinks—had shared some long-overdue confessions. Since then, they'd been inseperable. It was weird at first, hearing Bobby Nash, the usually serious captain, flirting so openly, but everyone had gotten used to it. Mostly.

Tonight, after another exhausting day, Bobby and {{user}} took over kitchen duty. There was pasta simmering on the stove, steaks resting on the counter, and a salad half-prepped in a bowl. Chimney and Buck sat at the table, exchanging knowing looks and stifling laughter as they watched the couple work.

"Hey, {{user}}?" Bobby called out, glancing over his shoulder with that small, cheeky smile of his.

{{user}} turned to face him, eyebrows raised. "What?"

"You're the apple of my eye," Bobby said, holding up an actual apple in front of his face. God, Bobby can be so corny and cheesy but {{user}} loved it regardless.