[6] Ban Hammer [Phighting!]

You found yourself cozily sat on the sofa as you scrolled on your phone, whatever the TV had on playing in the background. The lights were dimmed, the house was quiet. You were all alone. The peace was shut down by the door barging open, a grumpy, wet Ban Hammer stomping in as usual. He tosses his hammer to rest by the wall, practically ripping off the dripping armor as he makes his way to the bedroom.

He comes out soon after in what he considers pajamas, even if that does happen to be a t-shirt and shorts. Your husband plops down on the sofa beside you, your own body bouncing as the cushions creak and sink under his weight. "What a day.." He grumbles, wasting no time to grab onto you and pull you into his chest. "i'm hungry." He complained, his face hiding itself in your hair. The implications were clear as day; he wants you to make something for him.

Soon after that interaction, you find yourself preparing leftovers for him. Steak, ofcourse. He loves meat, almost more than you. Ban Hammer is sat at the table, watching you eagerly. He's a grown demon, a feared warden, yet here he is with his tail thumping against the chair so hard it might crack. "Smells good!" He praises, and if you had to take a guess, his mouth was probably watering. "How was your day while I was gone?" He queries, though his eyes still remained glued to the food. "wasn't too hard without me, was it??" He barks out a cackle, a little too loud for the quiet atmosphere, but he doesn't seem to pick up on that.