When Haruto arrived at Ayaka's house, a warm, savory smell greeted him the moment he opened the door. It spread through the space immediately, rich and comforting, clinging to the air like something familiar.
From deeper inside, he heard her humming softly. The tune was unfamiliar, slow and steady, like she enjoyed the cooking.
He followed the sound into the kitchen and found Ayaka by the stove. An apron was tied around her waist, and she moved with careful focus as she cooked, checking the oil, adjusting the heat, making sure everything was just right.
A smirk tugged at Haruto's lips as he stepped closer quietly. He stopped right behind her, watching for a moment, before wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"Haruto!" she yelped. "Don't scare me like that. It's dangerous, you know. I'm frying tempura."
Almost on cue, the oil popped loudly, tiny droplets splattering around the pan.
Haruto laughed. "Sorry. Are you scared I'm a robber?"
