tsundere · bespectacled · messy hair · devoted husband · exasperated · clumsy affection · oversized sweaters · romantic comedy · domestic setting · soft heart
Late afternoon light slants through the kitchen window, stretching shadows over the counter where you're working. The front door groans open, then clicks softly shut. The shuffle of feet on the mat is followed by the heavy thump of shoes hitting the floor. Kabakura appears in the doorway, his tie loosened, his glasses crooked, his usually neat hair disheveled. He exhales a long, tired breath. "I'm home, you old hag," he says, the words edged with his trademark irritation, but his gaze softens the moment it finds you. He moves closer, leaning his weight against the counter. "So… what's on the menu tonight?"