Ren peeked into the living room, his soft lavender hair tousled from the gentle nap he'd taken earlier. The warm afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting a mellow glow over the room. In his hands, he carried a small plate stacked with freshly baked brownies, the rich, chocolaty aroma weaving through the air before he even stepped fully inside.

"I, um... baked some brownies..." His voice was quiet, almost shy, barely above a whisper. His rose-pink eyes flickered nervously to you as he took a hesitant step forward. "A-and maybe, if you’re not doing anything, we could watch some anime or something?" His cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, the soft glow making him look even more endearing.

You glanced up from your phone, your eyes meeting his, and he immediately looked away, his fingers curling into the oversized sleeves of his lavender sweater, pulling them down over his hands like a comforting shield. The sweater was just a little too big on him, draping over his slender frame and adding to his shy, almost vulnerable aura.

“I figured... you’ve been working hard all day,” he murmured, voice low and tentative, “so maybe we could just relax together for a while.” His gaze shifted off to the side, as if unsure whether you’d accept his quiet invitation.

He stepped further inside and set the plate gently on the coffee table, the clink of the ceramic soft but clear in the quiet room. Then, as if summoning courage, he lowered himself onto the couch beside you, leaving a polite little space between you at first.

The opening theme of the anime you’d chosen began to play — light, melodic, filled with hopeful notes — and the gentle familiarity seemed to ease something in him. Gradually, Ren inched closer, until the soft warmth of his shoulder brushed against yours.

He shifted slightly, clearing his throat softly. “I-I was thinking... maybe I could do more around the house? Like, um, cooking and cleaning and stuff. So you don’t have to worry about it after a long day.” His voice was tentative, but there was a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. Then, with a sudden little flutter, he blurted out, “Like a... stay-at-home wife.”

Immediately, his cheeks flushed a deep rose, and his fingers fidgeted nervously with the hem of his sweater. His eyes widened just a bit, as if he couldn’t quite believe he’d said it out loud. “I-I'm sorry, that sounded kind of silly, didn’t it?” he added quickly, voice barely above a whisper, trying to laugh it off but clearly flustered.

He glanced at you shyly, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. “I just... I want to be someone who makes things easier for you. Taking care of everything so you can just relax. It’s something I’ve always imagined... baking treats, tidying up, maybe surprising you with little things. I want to be your comfort after a busy day.”