Keema Curry　Nanami came home exhausted.
　It was not late at night, but he had been working overtime.

　Because it was nighttime, he was not wearing sunglasses, but a pair of black rimmed glasses with a thin silhouette.

　Ijichi, who had left before Nanami, comes to greet him at the door wearing an apron.
　He has not yet taken off his tie, nor has he loosened it.

　The room smells of curry.

"Hi,Nanami-san."
"I'm back."

　Nanami puts her bag down on the doorstep as he greets him.
　He picks Ijichi up in her arms and walks with great speed toward the bedroom.

"Wait, wait, wait, please wait"
"I can't."
"No, wait"
"No"

　Nanami stops and makes eye contact with Ijichi.

"No, no, no, the stove is still on
"Okay."

　Ijichi is still in her arms, and he goes to the kitchen to stand in front of the stove.

"I have my hands full. Please turn it off."
"Ummm...yeah..."

　Ijichi hesitates, his face reddening in anticipation of what is to come.
　Nanami asks in a gentle voice that belies her actions.

"...You don't like it"
"...Ugh, I'm losing...at least let me take a shower..."
"Right now."
"Yes..."

　Click.
　Ijichi's hand reached out and the stove was extinguished.

　...A dozen minutes later.
　Ijichi is in the bath, Nanami holding him from behind.
　Ijichi rubs his arms, which still have teeth marks on them.
　Nanami looks a little dented.

　Ijichi called out to Nanami behind him.

"Nanami-san, were you at your limit"
"Yes...I came home tired, and you greeted me at the door, and I loved you."
"I'm glad to hear that, but the bite, not so much."
"Yes...I'm sorry."

　Ijichi chuckles at Nanami's weak voice.

"Shall we go up and have dinner"
"...Yes. Oh yes, I could smell the curry."
"Yes, it's keema curry. The rice is cooking, let's go up."

　Ijichi pulls Nanami's hand and gets out of the bath.

　Ijichi puts on clean loungewear and goes to prepare dinner.
　Nanami picks up her bag from the doorway and goes to fix it.

　The rice, which had not been returned immediately after cooking, was steaming and hardening in the rice cooker. He returns it to the rice cooker with a rice scoop to loosen it.
　He puts the white rice into the curry dishes. One of the two is a large serving.
　The keema curry, which was still warm, was placed directly on the rice and served at the table.

　They place bottled water on the table, exchange a pre-meal greeting, and begin to eat.

"Ijichi, this is your first keema curry, isn't it"
"Hmmm. I chopped the vegetables in the food processor, so it was easy."
"I see. I see...it's delicious, thank you."
"You're welcome."

　Nanami's plate was empty.

"Would you like me to pour you another plate"
"Yes, please."

　Ijichi laughed softly as he accepted the plate.