Today was your first day off of work in the past two months. You come home to see Osamu cooking… shirtless in his sweats with his usual white apron on. He was sweaty and his face was pink, he must’ve worked out before cooking. You smirk, enjoying the sight of him as you lean against the island counter, suddenly he turns around.

“Like what you see babe?” He smirked, chuckling as he shook his head.