Mystic Eyes (Rosario Vampire x Male Reader)

Chef

Once the issue of other parents was out of the way, the remainder. Parent's Day went more as you had hoped. It was not exactly clear what Inner Moka and Mom had discussed, but judging by the fact that they came back together with neither betraying anything, your best guess was that they were on good terms. While it was nowhere near as potentially intimidating as a boyfriend meeting the father, it probably was nerve racking for the opposite sex.

She was also more affectionate than she normally was in public. Normally, displays of affection were kept to the privacy of a dorm room save for rare circumstances. With your parents around, she was bd enough to be holding your hand.

And as expected, your father treated her no differently than how he treated everyone else. Aunt Sakura remained sweet. Overall, introducing your vampire girlfriend that shared a body with another personality to your own eccentric family was a success.

A week later, the class had been divided up by sex for specific courses. The arrangement also commented on a rather dated view, for the boys were in a wood shop class and the girls were in cooking class. On top of that, the girls could apparently choose whom to serve their dish to at the end of class.

You knew you likely would not be a recipient. If anything, it was the other way around. You were indisputably the best cook in the Newspaper Club, most likely in the school. And those you did know would most definitely gun for Tsukune in their bid to impress. Saber would just eat the ingredients. Outer Moka. Yukari. Mizore. Kurumu.

Wait... On second thought, maybe not. Kurumu's recent behavior made it less likely that she would try to do so. And then there was the Parents Day incident. Except that was a clearly a lie to get her mother off her back. You shook off the thought and continued your woodworking.

Still, your mind drifted off to food. The girls apparently would be making curry. You had some experience in this. Dad occasionally substituted Japanese for other cultures like Indian. Truth be told, you would be happy to do either class. The cuts had to be made without Mystic Eyes in order to get the shape you wanted, so it was a challenge to craft a chair as was assigned.

"Perfect, Emiya." The instructor congratulated by the end. You were the one that was able to craft a wooden chair up to specifications. Tsukune could not complete his due to a combination of him daydreaming and dodging Saizou's unsafe practices. All others were in various stages of incompletion.

In the home room, the girls entered along with their instructor, Ms. Aspara. Were it not for prior knowledge, the fact that they were making curry was obvious from the teacher's outfit alone. Thus the girls began to disperse. And much to your surprise....

"Emiya-san, can you try my curry?"

"No Emiya! Please take mine!"

"No! Try mine!"

In an unexpected turn of events, a good amount of the girls in the class were trying to offer their work to you. First the freshmen popularity and now this? What was going on?

"If you all would calm down, I'd like to offer my curry to (F/n)." Kurumu pushed her way through with her plate.

"Okay. What happened?"

"I may have let slip how good your skills were. These chicks wanted to test their curry on you." The succubus explained. "We need an expert's opinion."

She set down her curry onto your desk. You eyed it carefully.

"Hmm. Nicely cooked. Smells right. No spiking with aphrodisiac this time." You commented in your examination.

"Hey! Why would you think I'd do that?" Kurumu objected.

"The time you spiked a cake and I threatened you." You deadpanned.