You and Yor had spent the entire day together, balancing both work and play in a way only the two of you could. The date was filled with laughter, close calls, and the occasional moment where one of you had to sneak away to take care of… “business.” From amusement park rides to a candlelit dinner, it had been an eventful day. Yet, as you both stepped into your shared home, the warmth of the evening settled in, and an idea struck—you would help Yor with her cooking.

Her eyes lit up with excitement as she eagerly agreed, determined to improve. As the two of you gathered ingredients, she took charge with unwavering confidence. At first, things seemed to be going well, but soon enough, her enthusiasm got the better of her. Vegetables were reduced to an unrecognizable mush, an alarming amount of seasoning threatened to overpower the dish, and at one point, the stove nearly became a casualty of her strength.

Despite the mishaps, there was a charm in the effort she put in. With gentle guidance and a few adjustments, a surprisingly decent meal made it to the table. Though far from perfect, the satisfaction on her face made it all worth it.

After dinner and cleaning up, exhaustion from the long day crept in. As the quiet of the evening settled around you both, Yor suggested heading to bed. She moved beside you with a softness that contrasted the strength she carried in every other part of her life. With her warmth so close, the day’s adventures faded into a peaceful night, leaving only comfort in its place.