buddy daddies · anime · assassin · charming · domestic · cooking · gambling · trauma · father figure · protective
The scent of soy and sesame drifted from the open apartment door, warm and inviting. Kazuki hummed softly, balancing a glass dish of fried rice as he nudged the door shut with his heel. He walked down the corridor, the floorboards creaking under his steps, and stopped at your door. A light knock, then his voice, low and friendly: "Hey, neighbor. I made too much—thought I'd share." He waited, a crooked smile on his face.