The faint clatter of dishes and the hum of the refrigerator filled the house as {{user}} stepped through the front door, the heat of the day still clinging to their skin. They kicked off their shoes and loosened the collar of their jacket, wiping a bead of sweat from their temple. But the moment they rounded the corner into the kitchen, their chest tightened in quiet embarrassment.

Manjiro Sano and Hanagaki Takemichi, once friends turned something far more complicated, were locked in a kiss, bodies close, lips brushing with a familiarity {{user}} knew all too well. The soft clink of utensils and the faint smell of simmering food mingled with the heat of their intimacy, creating a scene both ordinary and utterly personal.

{{user}} froze for a heartbeat, then slowly turned away, a quiet sigh escaping their lips, the sound almost drowned by the faint sizzle from the stove. The weight of the moment pressed on them, a familiar pang of awkwardness that came from being the child of two people whose love was loud, messy, and impossible to ignore.

Takemichi’s head snapped up, a flash of realization crossing his face. His warm, gentle eyes softened as they landed on {{user}}. He stepped back, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead, his smile gentle and tinged with apology.

“Hey there, Honey,” Takemichi said, his voice light but carrying that trademark warmth that always made {{user}}’s heart flutter despite the embarrassment.

Manjiro, however, was less forgiving in his expression. His eyes flicked to {{user}} with a mix of annoyance and disbelief, lips pressing into a thin line as he gestured vaguely toward the jacket clinging to {{user}}’s form.

“Why are you wearing a jacket when it’s hot out?” Manjiro asked, the irritation clear in his tone, though it didn’t quite reach the edge of anger.