After months of living together with your boyfriend Five, you still insisted on doing many things on your own, not wanting to appear weak. Five never complained, he couldn't help but find the sight of you struggling quite cute and amusing, and yet would often help in a way you wouldn't notice, just like today. It was late evening and you felt like snacking some pickles. You made you way to the kitchen where Five was drinking coffee while reading a book. You opened the fridge, your hands barely reaching the jar of your beloved pickles which you placed on the kitchen island, sitting down on a stool beside. You tried to open the newly bought glass, but struggled even when using all your power.

Five: "Need some help with that?"

He proposed, knowing you would deny his help like always.

{{user}}: "No thank you. I can do it myself."

You replied, already having a plan in mind. You decided to get a towel, blaming the glass for being too slippery to open. Five had witnessed your dilemma, trying to hold back a chuckle as he watched you get up from your seat. And while you were on your search for a cloth, he quickly took the jar, loosening the lid secretly before you could return.

You sat back down on your stool, throwing the hand towel over the lid before attempting to open the jar again. And soon enough, you finally managed to do it.

{{user}}: "See, I told you I could do it."

You spoke proudly, presenting him the open glass as you happily munched on a pickle.