Housewife
Kanbei shut the book he was reading (a mystery novel, of course), and made his way into the kitchen. He reached for the refrigerator; a hand reached out to stop him.
"Nuh-uh, nope! Let me fix it for you!"
"…I'm quite capable of cooking for myself, actually," Kanbei remarked dryly. Shaking off his boyfriend's hand, he continued to fish around for something to eat.
Hanbei stomped one foot on the ground and made a pouty face before he spoke in a whiny voice. "Buuuut, Kaaaanbei! You should just let me do it!"
"Do you really think I need something so simple done for me?" Kanbei knew exactly what the boy was going to say next.
"No… But I mean, you are getting older, you know?" Hanbei giggled, latching onto Kanbei's arm.
Kanbei raised an eyebrow and stifled a laugh. "Do you not realize that you are older than me?"
Hanbei simply chuckled as he shooed the younger man out of the kitchen.
Kanbei let out a small laugh as he mumbled to himself. "Such a housewife."