As soon as 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈, a famous soccer player finishes his contributes to Blue Lock; he gets out as soon as he could and shows up suprisingly at your house.
You missed him and he did too. Even though you both had such a good relationshi...
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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄? -
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As soon as you and Isagi reached home, Isagi brought out the fish in the small fish tank and Flurry busted in and ran all over the place. Ms Rein wasn't lying when she said he was really energetic.
You laughed at Flurry bumping into the tables and sofas because he was a little too short.
Isagi placed the small fish tank close by the stairs.
" Well, this is nice. " You complimented.
" Isn't it? " Isagi looks up at his masterpiece. " What do you wan't to call him? " You asked.
" A mere name. A name that rhymes with the word fish. " He says.
" Steve the Fish? " He said.
You looked at him blankly. " The name's too basic. " You tease. " I like basic. " He says as he looks back at the fish, Steve the Fish.
You roll your eyes and shifted your focus back on to Flurry.
She was just as adorable.
You picked him up, worried that he might bump his head on a side table with a glass vase on it.
" Hey, uhm. " Isagi comes up to you and slides in his hands in his pockets.
" Hm? " You muffled as you look up at him, sitting down on the sofa with Fluffy in your hands.
" I'm gonna go to the shops for a second. " He says. Confused, you asked : " Didn't we just went? "
" I forget sometimes. " He says, pursing his lips as he does.
" Hm, okay. But get back before dinner. I don't want you eating cold food and I surely don't want to warm your food in the microwave all over again. " You babbled.
" Alright, alright. I''ll be home before you know it. " He clicks his tongue before grabbing the keys and leaving the house.
You folded up your whole body together thinking about dinner. " Dinner? I barely even cook. " You whispered and stood up to go to the kitchen to see what you had in the dusty cupboards.
You found some uncooked pasta in a jar. " Pasta? Carbonara. " An idea popped up immediately into your head, carbonara was the defnietly the smartest move. Since carbonara was both Isagi's and your's favourite, you decided to cook it.
You made an at home carbonara sauce and started chopping the onions and other necessary stuff.
You barely cooked at home but you sure do know how to cook. Even though you had a sturdy relationship with your mom - or parents. As said before, Ms Rein would always come by. And she sometimes would welcome herself into the house and tell you all the cooking tips. She'd also sometimes cook in your house when there's a party going around. She'd make carbonara pasta. And since then, it'd become your favourite meal. Knowing that it was your favourite meal, what's wrong with sharing the recipes with your own loved ones? So you shared the recipe to Isagi. Suprisingly, he knew how to cook on the first days of you both dating each other and you knew it wouldn't be a hassle if you had to ask him to make dinner. You were thankful enough to have both, Ms Rein and Isagi.
Cut back to the chase, you noticed yourself daydreaming to be called Ms Yoichi that you hugged a jar of spices for a good 5 minutes.
" What the hell am I doing.. Anyways. " You say as you continued cooking.
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3RD PERSON POV
Isagi finally gets back home as he hides the little something in the pockets of his coat.
He hangs the coat on the coat rack and removes his shoes before walking into the kitchen to smell the aroma of his loved ones cooking.
" What's cooking? " He leans on to the wall. " Carbonara! " She yells out with the greatest energy. " And how's my Steve and Flurry? " He asks. " Shit.. I forgot to feed them. " She clenches her teeth. " I'll take it from here. " He says as he scooches over, taking the ladle away from her hand and starts stirring the pot.
" Are you sure you could do this? " She asks, concerned. " Babe, you thought me this before. How could I not? " He spouts. " Oh, right. " She says as she goes finding for the fish's food.
" Isagi? Where did you put the food? " She yells out. " In the drawer, the table where I put the fish bowl. " He yells back.
She opens the drawer and find the little sprinkler. She sprinkles the food from above of the fish bowl as she watches the fish hurriedly eating the food.
She places the fish food back in the drawer and went to the cat, Flurry. " Oh, I forgot we bought a cat feeder. " She yells back out.
She goes back into the kitchen to find her soon to be husband, wearing an apron as he stirs into the pot.
" You look good with an apron. " She compliments. " Why thank you. That's probally why my cooking is not as bad as yours? " He says. " No, no. Your cooking is top tier. Mine is below that. " She levels as he chuckles from the tiny joke.
She gets out a spoon from the kitchen counter drawer and scooped some of the carbonara in the pot. " Maybe some salt. " She says as she brings out the salt shaker and shakes it on to the carbonara and tastes it again. " Just right. "