Author's note: Small continuation from Professor. I wanted Off's POV. 🤭
Off's eye twitched as he threw the damaged frying pan in the trash together with the burned eggs. He hated his two friends for laughing at him for not knowing how to cook. He was so going to fucking show them. He was ambitious enough for it. Off tried to wake up his inner chef for a week already but failed miserably. It cost him a few pots, pans and slow development of smoke alarm allergy. He could sense his new neighbour's hatred through the walls even before he could introduce himself.
He was eying the mess he created on his kitchen counter when the furious banging forced him to go and open the door. Off didn't expect to see the most beautiful human being standing before his flat. The adorableness of the small man was beyond him.
"So, it's either you stop cooking or let me teach you some basics. You choose." The man finished waiting for his response. Off didn't get half of the monologue, only catching the last part. He moved to the side, letting the cutie come inside, mentally thanking his two idiotic friends for making fun of him. Thanks to them, he got an exclusive cooking teacher.
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OffGun September Collection of Drabbles
Fanfiction✅COMPLETED Another OffGun drabbles and short stories. Once again thank you SpellWolf and allourheroes for the prompts.
