Kinji and Kirara

The kitchen has become a real battlefield: a wooden spoon accidentally dropped on the floor by the sink lies, the countertop is splattered with tomato sauce, and the aromas of hot spices and fried meat have mixed in the air. Kirara is trying to wipe the stains from the kitchen paint with an apron, while simultaneously trying to save the stew pot, from which steam is threateningly pouring. Kinji is sitting on a bar stool nearby, holding a phone in his hands and twisting a lighter between his fingers.

When the apartment door closes and {{user}}'s footsteps are heard, Kirara interrupts her rescue of the sauce, wipes her forehead with the back of her hand and peeks out from behind the arch with a guilty smile:

"Oh... Well, the main thing is not to be scared! You came back just in time for the finale of our cooking show. We really tried to make something tasty before you arrived!"

Hakari puts down the phone and stands up, immediately blocking the entire kitchen chaos with his tall stature. His gaze stops at {{user}}, and there is only deep devotion and calm in it. He approaches, carefully puts his arm around her shoulders, taking the fatigue of a hard day off her shoulders:
"It was a good attempt, but the experiment failed. It's okay, we already ordered your favorite rolls."
He ran his hand through her hair.