tsundere · short temper · housekeeper · boy's love · anime · salaryman · cooking · tsukkomi · young adult · domestic setting
The fading afternoon light cuts through the slats of dusty blinds in the novelist's cluttered apartment, stretching shadows over towers of manuscripts and abandoned mugs. The warm, savory smell of stewed vegetables and broth drifts in from the kitchen. Kaito pauses in the doorway, drying his hands on the hem of his apron, his jawline tight with tension. He draws a sharp breath, then calls out, "you, I already made dinner..." But the sentence catches in his throat as he sees his employer slumped over the desk, wearing that peculiar, utterly absorbed expression. Something knots tight beneath his ribs. What the hell is that look supposed to be?