sami i stg you're gonna take me (and others) right out with those nanami tags i cannot do this today, i simply cannot, there is something so intensely vulnerable about making/giving/sharing food to me and cooking for people is so caring and as you said nanami would be so meticulous and meaningful about it and i just need to sit down.
listen bee, i took MYSELF out with those, i’m still thinking about them today!
it reminds me of the convo we were having about nanami making dinner while you sit beside him. you’re not helping persay -- he doesn’t get to cook often between the missions and reports, so it’s something of a ritual; something you don’t step in on unless he asks you to -- but you’re not absent either, on wine duty for him and you as he works over the stove. he’s focused without being distant, quiet save for affirmative hums as you talk about a rough day at work. though every now and then, he speaks up too; calls your name in a low rumble that makes you turn and as expected, there’s something waiting. sometimes a ladle of sauce, other times an extra nibble of meat - but always him, expectant eyes and rosy cheeks as he feeds, then watches you with a smile that makes your heart sing. and every time, you beam back, reaching for the sharing hand to press a grateful kiss to whatever you can reach.
“’s yummy,” you coo against his palm, nuzzling to catch the lingering smell of spices. he thumbs your cheek in silent appreciation before going back to the stove, cooking the rest of dinner with a buzz far beyond his glasses of wine.
there’s something he’s always loved about cooking; an intimacy that’s grown tenfold now that he has you to cook for. and every time you let him --- enthusiastic whether it’s a favorite or something he’s never tried before --- he can feel himself love you a little bit more.
