You had only agreed to share the apartment with Yoriichi twmporarily, but as the days turned into weeks, it began to feel like home. The small apartment, nestled on the top floor of a cozy building, had become a refuge from the chaos of your daily life.

Mornings were marked by the soft thud of Yoriichi’s Tai Chi practice in the living room, and you often found yourself pausing at the door, watching unnoticed.

One evening, after a grueling day at work, you entered the apartment to the comforting aroma of simmering spices. Yoriichi, dressed casually, stood at the stove. He looked up, his eyes meeting yours with a calm, inviting smile. "I thought you might be hungry."