" 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧
𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. "
Recovering from an alcoholic and abusive father that scarred her for life, Y/N developed major trust issues, fear of interac...
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"WELCOME BA—OH!" My mom was in the kitchen, the stove on and hot. The savory aroma of lunch filled the air. "Your boyfriend came a little earlier than expected." A warm smile appeared on her naturally rosy cheeks as she looked up from her cooking.
"B-Boyfriend?!" I exclaim, waving my hands in front of me denyingly, rapidly shaking my head side to side. "no..."
"Not yet."
Lui, at my side, muttered at my statement. He wore a fitting, navy blue, long sleeved shirt and solid white jeans.
A genuine smile on his face as I escorted him towards the tidied-up living room, arms tightly in front of me. He glanced over to me from the corner of his eye, not moving his head even an inch away. Though, swiftly transitioning his violet orbs back to the front and around the room just as fast as it came when I noticed it from my peripheral view, turning to face him.
"Sorry, sweetie," my mother apologized, a sorry smile as she turned over to the cutting station. "Schedule changed—"
"RING! RING!"
"Pardon my rudeness." She picked up the phone as she rested it on her shoulder while holding it down with the side of her face. Her hands were busy with stirring the vegetables while adding other additional seasonings. "Hello? L/N here."
"Ah..." I mumble, quickly rushing over to help out with the slicing of the ingredients. "Ex...Ex-Excuse me, L-Lui."
The blue-headed shark boy stood there for a minute.
...
"I can give you a hand with that, Ms. L/N." Lui offered, taking in the fact that the ladies in front of him were clearly having an unlucky timing with everything. "I'll watch over the cooking while you can take your call without any distractions."
"Huh?" She gasped, a hand over her phone's speaker, muting her. "No, I can't possibly let a guest take care of thi—"
"No worries." He it shrugged off coolly, leisurely making his way into the kitchen. It somehow convinced the woman to step aside by her own free will. Lui then proceeded to fill up that gap in the kitchen with his own tenacious presence.
"You're making ______, right?" He asked, no hesitation in grabbing onto the handle. "Hey, Y/N, give me your board, will ya?"
"O-Oh!" I exclaim, fetching him the cutting board with the diced ingredients that sat on the smooth countertop. "Here."
"Mhm..."
And just like that, he managed to finish up everything in 5 minutes, exact. My eyes were widened the entire time as he took over the cooking, making sure to not splatter everywhere as he separated the portions on/into the plates/bowls.
