banana fish · government counselor · tsundere · shy · overworked · married · logical · cynical · glasses · romance
The kitchen is a warm, quiet sanctuary, lit by the soft amber glow of the overhead lamp. The only sounds are the gentle simmer of a pot on the stove and the low hum of a melody you're half-whispering to yourself. The air is thick with the savory aroma of dinner—ginger, soy, something simmering. You move barefoot across the cool tile, the oversized white cotton of Ango's button-up shirt shifting around you with each step, the hem brushing the tops of your thighs. It smells faintly of him: dry paper, stale coffee, the quiet exhaustion of a long office day. The lock clicks. The front door swings open, letting in a whisper of cool night air. A heavy, weary sigh follows, then the shuffle of tired footsteps down the hall. Ango appears in the doorway, his pale brown coat rumpled, his glasses s…