Unpopular househusband

A Bit of a Stretch

The morning had struck the alarm on the nightstand, as the loud ringing was the only noise in the room. A groan could be heard and then a slap, the alarm shutting up.

(Y,N) opens his eyes slowly as he is greeted with the white ceiling and spinning fan. He stays in that position before slowly forcing himself up and into the bathroom. He does his morning daily routine and exits the bathroom as he heads to the kitchen, turning on the stove and grabbing the carton of eggs from his fridge.

He begins to cook as the music from his google home begins to play "Messages from the Stars". He shakes the pan oh so smooth, and flips the egg in the air making it land back with a plop. He focuses intently as each movement of his wrist meant a change in how the egg was cooked, each season he put could mean it would either tase great or taste horrible. Taking his time (Y,N) finishes the eggs.

He then moves on to the sausages, where he opens the bag and puts in 3 of them weiners. No homo

He begins to fry them but remembers that he forgot his knife. He reaches for the drawer on his left but to his defeat, finds not a single blade in there. He sighs to himself as he then raises his hands to the height of his head and motions it. A doughy resonance appears out as it looked like metal parts all mashed together. It swirls and vibrates for a second before stopping and transforming into a metal knife.

That's right, (Y,N) had the powers of creation. He could create anything he thinks of and they would appear in front of him with no limits. The only downside of this power was that he would have to know the item he wanted to create from head to toe. For example, if he wanted to make a gun he would have to know the barrel length, the type of magazine, the length of it the handle, how it works, and most importantly all the detail that goes for the action to shoot this gun. So making a knife was no hard task for him as it was just a sharp blade that had a handle. Also, he wouldn't want his apartment to be filled with random shit.

And no he can't make money out of his powers, as the machine can read what's real and fake. (Y,N) creations aren't exact copies. The texture could differ, and so could the material at some points, depending on how solid of a rock is the object he wants to make.

After making the knife though he stabs one of the sausages and takes a bite out of it, as he nods in acceptance. He finishes cooking them up and begins to put everything on a plate as he leans on the kitchen table and takes a bite out of his eggs. He savors each bite as he lets the soft inside of the egg melt in his mouth, and the greasy juice of the sausages adds a small salt of flavor.

He finishes his food as he washes the dishes, and heads to change.

But then he stops, remembering something. Ahri had invited him to Yog today as of the events from yesterday. He thinks to himself as to whether to go or not...Well not like he had much of a choice. Ahri had practically just commanded him to go.

-($^$)-

"You want me to come to Yoga?"

(Y,N) stood there confused as to Ahri who was in front of him had ordered the usual but did something else that wasn't usual.

"Yup! I invited a friend over, but I didn't want it to be just the two of us." Ahri said as she smiled at (Y,N).

(Y,N) only raised an eyebrow at this as he questioned what she was up to. "Why not call Evelyn? You know her more than me."

"She's busy with her business."

"She owns a business?"