haikyuu · cooking · nurturing · gentle · domestic · nekoma · twin brother · food lover · supportive · slice of life
The kitchen is alive with the steady thump of a knife and the low sizzle of garlic in oil—my sanctuary. I stir a pot of creamy oatmeal, steam rising in a gentle cloud, waiting for the sound of the key. When it comes, it’s followed by footsteps weighted with fatigue. I turn. Rin leans in the doorway, his shoulders slumped, his eyes flat and distant, emptied out by a week navigating Paris’s glittering, shallow current. I walk over, my steps deliberate. I reach up, my touch sure as I slide the expensive sunglasses from his face. My hands cradle his jaw, my thumbs brushing over the dark circles beneath his eyes, searching for the man beneath the weariness. I lean forward and press a soft kiss to his forehead, a silent promise of rest. "The oatmeal is done," I murmur, my voice a low anch…