ᴀᴅᴏʀɴ ⥁ ᴍᴀᴋɪ ᴢ.

ꜰɪɴᴀʟᴇ

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They rubbed their eyes, and squinted from the overexposure of the sunlight. Even though they could hardly see, they could still make out their girlfriend in the kitchen.
They approached her and wrapped their arms around her waist lazily.

"Whatcha making?" Y/n looked at her from over her shoulder.

"Food." Maki responded, not bothering to stop stirring whatever she had put in the bowl.

"What kind of food?"

"The kind that you and Yuka have a fist fight over."

"Ooo. Can I help?" They got excited.

"If I say yes, will you stop eating the ingredients?"

"Maybe."

"If you're not sure, I can ask Megumi when he comes back with Yuka."

"Boooo." They let go of her.

"If you keep eating them, there won't be anything for you to eat!"

They really wanted to help so she didn't have to do the work all by herself.
After setting themselves free, Maki had gotten into the habit of being extremely independent. Any offer of help was immediately declined with no hesitation.

"Fine." They rolled up their sleeves.

She glanced at the clock to see that it was already past noon.

"Where are Ryuko and Nobara?" She walked to the stove.

"They're still sleeping."

"I never want to sleep the way those two do." She shook her head.

The two missing boys had finally arrived after disappearing for a few hours. Yuka barged through the door, rushing (and struggling) to take his shoes off. He then raced to the kitchen and stopped in front of the bar.

"Where huff is the huff food?" He spoke through heavy breaths.

"It's already cooking, you're late." Y/n teased.

"Shush you! I'm asking Maki!" He spat.

"What they said." Maki answered.

"I call the first taste!"

"How are you going to call firsts if you've had f/f before." Megumi sat beside him.

"Besides, Maki makes it for me, Yuka. You're not special." They taunted.

"That's not true." Maki flicked them.

"I'm hurt!"
"Megumi, hold me." He leaned over.

"You're too heavy, no." He declined, letting the male lay on top of him.