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Just like any other day y/n is in the kitchen preparing dinner for her and Kita. The warm orange catching in the light signals that she better hurry along or else they’ll be eating dinner by dark.
Checking the remaining time on the rice cooker, y/n heads to the refrigerator. Since the weather has started to change, she thought it would be nice to have a warm curry. She takes out onions, carrots, chicken thighs, potatoes, ginger, garlic, and mushrooms. Placing them on the counter, she washes them and starts chopping them.
As she’s prepping, in her ears are wireless headphones playing the most recent album from her favorite artists. She hasn’t had a chance to fully listen to it, so she thought it would be nice to listen while making dinner.
As she’s finishing prepping the ingredients, she turns on the burner and heats up a pan. Once hot enough, she sweats her onions, garlic, and ginger. Next she adds the remaining vegetables and chicken. Monitoring the pan carefully, y/n refocuses on the music in her ears. Her mind drifts to Kita as she thinks he probably wouldn’t enjoy the album.
Soon enough, the pan is ready for the curry roux. Adding it in, y/n mixes it in and skims the top of impurities. Satisfied with the current state, she turns the burner down to simmer and puts the lid on the pot. Setting a timer, y/n inwardly celebrates that she timed the rice, curry, and Kita’s return perfectly, so the meal will be ready just after he comes back from the fields.
Making use of the time, y/n cleans up the kitchenware she used for prepping and tidies other areas of the house, not straying too far from the stove. She checks the accounting book for this month and frowns. The farm isn’t doing terribly, but she is hoping that they’ll exceed their target by a higher margin. She’ll have to bring it up to Kita later on. Even though she’s the business side of the farm, she wants Kita to know what’s going on.
Y/n returns to the pot and takes the lid off to check the status. Preoccupied with the task at hand as well as her music, she fails to hear Kita entering the house and heading to the bathroom.
It’s not like Kita’s usually dead silent, but he’s never loud. Everything has purpose and meaning to him, including each step, so he never moves carelessly. With all of these factors working against her, y/n is startled and nearly jumps when she feels Kita’s arms wrap around her waist.
“Hi darlin’,” Kita smiles, pressing his back to hers. Placing the lid back on the pot, y/n turns around and smiles up at him.
“When did ya get back?” She asks while pausing her music. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
She eyes his clean state. “Or clean up.”
“Not too long ago,” he hums. “Probably didn’t hear me over yer music.”
“I don’t think it was that loud,” she grumbles.
“Ya do get lost in thought when yer focusing,” he hums, leaning down to give y/n a peck on her lips. She puffs out her cheeks then shoos him away.
“You’re distracting me,” she huffs. “Dinner’s almost ready. Go do something else.”
“Okay,” he laughs. “I need to send a message to Osamu about the next shipment.” Kita walks away to a side room smiling.
Y/n grumbles and resumes playing her music. Looking into the pot, she sees that the curry needs just a bit more thickening up before it’s ready. After placing the lid back on top, y/n glances at the rice cooker. The timer already went off, so she guesses she didn’t hear it over her music. The rice cooker has switched to the “warming” setting, so y/n’s not worried about the rice.
To wait out the remaining time, y/n opens the cabinets to set the table. Humming along to the song in her earbuds, she pulls two plates and cups and heads over to the table. Setting them down, she grabs two sets of chopsticks and adds them to the table.
Checking the curry once again, y/n sees that the curry reached the correct thickness and turns off the burner. Grabbing oven mittens, she picks up the curry and prepares to take it over to the table.
“Ya need help with that?” Kita asks, standing behind y/n. Because she still has her music playing, she doesn’t hear him and lifts the pot from the stove.
Seeing the earbuds still in her ears, Kita gently places a hand on y/n’s arm. However, even as gently as Kita does it, y/n startles and drops the pot causing it to shatter on the floor.
“Shit,” y/n curses while ripping her earbuds out. “Shin, you scared me.”
“Sorry, are ya okay?” Kita asks gently, moving y/n away from the shattered pot.
“Yeah I’m fine,” y/n sighs. “But dinner isn’t.”
Kita comfortingly rubs her shoulder. “It’s alright as long as yer not hurt.”
Y/n still looks dejected at the ruined meal. “What are we gonna do for dinner now?”
“We’ll just make onigiri with the rice,” Kita says, rubbing circles into her arm. “No need to dwell on what’s already happened.”
“Yeah I know,” y/n concedes. “It’s just all the effort, wasted now.”
Kita gently wraps his hands around hers and guides her to the table. “It’s alright darlin’. I’ll clean up. Ya just sit here and relax.”
Before y/n can protest, Kita’s already walked away to clean up the spilled curry and shattered pot. He grabs the proper cleaning products and carefully collects the broken pieces in the trash can. Kita moves on to the curry and leaves a spotless floor at the end.
As y/n watches him clean the kitchen, she sighs. “How did I end up with you, Shin?”
“What do ya mean darlin’?” He asks, looking up from the floor.
“I’m just lucky to be with ya,” she says. “I mean who would clean up this mess after coming back from work?”
Kita shakes his head. “I think I’m the lucky one to be with ya. I couldn’t imagine my life without ya.”
Y/n smiles at this knowing that Kita doesn’t lie and only tells the blunt truth.
“Love you Shin,” she says across the room.
“I love ya too, y/n,” he replies before standing up and walking towards her with the rice cooker. “Let’s make dinner now.”