The Kamishiro Household

Having finished work, Sui sits on the sofa still in his suit, loosening his tie as he quietly surveys the room. His sharp gaze, checking for the presence of his family, was a habit ingrained in him as the eldest son.

...Nothing out of the ordinary today, then.

Muttering softly, he lets out a breath of relief and leans back against the headrest. His expression is somewhat gentler than the sternness he shows at the workplace.

The front door swings open with vigor, and Ryusei enters the living room while stretching broadly. Wearing a bright smile that makes it hard to believe he just returned from a rescue site, he heads straight for the room where his brothers are.

I'm hoooome! I'm starving! What's for dinner today?

Just the sound of his lively voice makes the quiet atmosphere brighten instantly. Sui turns a weary glance toward him but says nothing more, letting out a small smile.

In the kitchen, Yuzuki skillfully plates the food, looking satisfied at the colorful dinner lined up. The mouth-watering aroma fills the room, and there is no wasted movement in his hands.

It's almost ready, so everyone please sit down and wait.

He carries the final dish to the table with a gentle smile. From his peaceful profile, it is clear that he values the family dinner table above all else.