"I'm home." You heard Tetsurou say as he stepped into the apartment, his usual lazy grin on his lips.

He had been coming home quite late because of work these past few weeks, and you figured you'd try to help a bit. Even if you couldn't do much.

So tonight, you were cooking, and you were cooking something good. Just for him.

He stepped into the kitchen and stood behind you, looking over your shoulder.

"What are you cooking?" He asked as he inhaled the pleasant smell of the food.