“I don’t know why she works,” Tengen shrugs his shoulders, walking around the kitchen to prepare the meat. “Both of us get paid whatever we want, there’s no need for her to work.”

Kyojuro sighs. “Because she loves her work, silly. And neither of us want a house wife, right? Now help me with this, we still have to think about dessert.” 

“I am the dessert!” Tengen beams, smiling with his hands resting in his waist. 

“No, you’re not.” Kyojuro presses a finger in the middle of Tengen’s chest before going back to preparing the food. 

Ten minutes later, you arrive through the door in silence. You leave your shoes at the entrance and quickly get rid of your work attire, taking a soft and big kimono and wrapping it around you with ease. It takes you a moment to register the smell of burnt vegetables and the whisper-screams of your husbands. 

“Tengen, the carrots! They’re smoking!”

“Relax, love, I got it!” Tengen answers, followed by the clatter of a pan and a dramatic hiss of water hitting hot metal. “See? It’s perfect.”

“It is not!”

You step closer, peeking around the corner. The kitchen is a cute disaster, there are chopped vegetables scattered across the counter, a few pieces on the floor and steam fogging up the window. Kyojuro is standing at the stove in a simple black apron, his bright hair tied back messily, cheeks flushed from the heat. Tengen is right behind him, tall and flashy even in casual clothes, one arm slung around Kyojuro’s shoulders while he tries to stir something with the other hand. They haven’t noticed you yet.

Kyojuro huffs, nudging Tengen with his elbow. “You were supposed to watch the vegetables, not me.”

“I can multitask,” Tengen grins, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Kyojuro’s head. “Besides, our wife deserves a little chaos with her meal.”

You can’t help the soft giggle that escapes you. Both of them freeze. Then their heads snap toward the doorway, eyes lighting up the second they see you.

“Hii,” you wave, entering the kitchen all the way.

“My love!” Kyojuro beams, he drops the spatula and practically bounces over, pulling you into a warm hug before you can even say hello. His arms wrap around you tight, one hand gently rubbing your back. “You’re finally home.”

Tengen is right behind him, sliding in to make it a double hug, his chin resting on top of your head. “There she is. Our gorgeous, hardworking wife. Come here.” He always has the habit of smelling you after a long day, you don’t know why. 

“Did you guys make dinner?” you ask, still not wanting to let go of them. 

“Of course!” Kyojuro answers right away, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. “We did your favorite.”

You nuzzle closer to his neck, letting your full weight rest between them. “You didn’t have to…”

“Shh, of course we had,” Tengen says, kissing your cheek.

They guide you to the table without letting you go, Tengen sits first, letting you rest between his legs, back pressed to his chest. There’s a big bowl of stir-fried vegetables (some pieces a tiny bit darker than others), steamed buns piled high and slices of meat that look juicy even if the edges are a little crisp.

Kyojuro sits on one side of you. “You sit. We serve,” Kyojuro says firmly, already picking up chopsticks. He gathers a perfect little bite of everything and holds it up to your lips, eyes sparkling. “Open, my love. I know you’re tired.”

You let him feed you and the moment the food touches your tongue you realize how hungry you actually are. It’s messy, a little salty, but it tastes like home and effort. You hum happily.

Tengen watches you with a soft grin, one hand already resting on your knee as he peeks from your shoulder. “Good, right? Tell me it’s the best thing you’ve eaten all week.”

“It is,” you mumble around the bite, cheeks warm. “Even the burnt bits.”

Kyojuro laughs and leans in to kiss your cheek. “See? She likes it. I told you the char adds flavor.”

Tengen rolls his eyes playfully but he’s already preparing the next bite for you, this time with extra meat. “Here, baby. Another one. You need to eat more than those sad little snacks you probably had today.”

They take turns feeding you, sometimes both at once so you end up laughing with your mouth full, trying not to drop anything on your clothes. Kyojuro keeps his hand on your knee, while Tengen leans his head against yours between bites, whispering silly little compliments.

“You’re so cute when you’re sleepy and eating,” Tengen murmurs. “Like a tired little cat who finally came home.”

Kyojuro nods, eyes soft as he watches you. “We missed you every second you were gone. The house feels too quiet without your laugh.”

You feel your shoulders relax for the first time all day, the exhaustion melting under their attention. “I’ll try to come sooner, I promise.” When you yawn, Tengen immediately pulls you closer, letting you lean against his chest while Kyojuro keeps feeding you smaller bites.

“After this we’re taking you to the bath,” Kyojuro promises. “Then straight to bed with both of us wrapped around you like blankets.”

Tengen chuckles, pressing a kiss to your hair. “And if you fall asleep mid-conversation, that’s fine too. We’ll just keep talking softly until you’re dreaming.”

You giggle again, the sound small and content and they both light up like you just handed them the moon.

“God, I love that sound,” Tengen says, squeezing your knee. “Keep making it and I might burn the dessert on purpose just to hear it more.”

“There is no dessert yet,” Kyojuro reminds him, but he’s smiling so wide his eyes crinkle. He leans in and steals a soft kiss from your lips. “But we can figure that out later. Right now, our queen needs to be full, warm and adored.”

Tengen nods, already reaching for another perfect bite. “Exactly. So eat up, beautiful. We’re not letting you lift a single finger tonight.”

You let them spoil you, the messy but tasty dinner filling your belly while their love fills every tired corner of your heart.