Shiori Novella One-shots

Shiori Sittervella

After a lively game of tag, you and your sibling take your seats at the table. The babysitter, draped in her plaid cloak, chuckles while starting to cut into a meal. "Settle down now, kids. I'll be serving you your food soon enough, okay?" she gently scolds, her knife slicing into what appears to be a hamburger.

You couldn't help but fear how raw this meal would be as you previously observed the babysitter's cooking before. The last hamburger she had prepared before you was alarmingly pink after all!

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As you and your sibling settle into your seats at the table, the babysitter lets out a playful chuckle like the chiming melody of bells. Her eyes sparkle with warmth and kindness, and you can't help but feel a sense of comfort in her presence. The room is being filled with the lingering excitement from the lively game of tag you just had, but the sense of comfort and excitement are tempered by caution and unease as you remember the last meal with the babysitter.

You watch with cautious optimism as Shiori wields her knife with surprising dexterity, much more than the last time she was here. As the knife cuts into the burger, the room fills with the mouthwatering aroma of a... perfectly cooked burger? You glance at each other, both bringing a hand to your rumbling stomachs. Shiori looks back at you as she plates the now-cut burger, a sly smirk on her face.

As she turns around, a plated half of a burger in each hand, you can't help but recall the last time she attempted to cook a hamburger for you. The memory of the alarmingly pink patty still lingers, but today feels, and smells, different. She seems more focused, and she exudes a newfound assurance, a new confidence she didn't have last time. Maybe, just maybe, it'll be ok?

She places the seemingly perfectly cooked hamburger in front of you, and you can't help but marvel at it. The edges are slightly charred, and the patty itself has little to no pink this time. The scent of savory seasoning fills the air, and you find your mouths watering. You hesitantly reach out and pick up the burger, holding it before you.

Shiori looks at you with a gleam in her eyes, eager for your approval. "I've been practicing, you know," she confesses, her voice laced with a hint of excitement. "I wanted to make sure it's just right for you two."

You take a moment to appreciate the effort she's put into improving her culinary skills, just to try to make the two of you happier. You can't help but smile as you bring the burger to your mouth, and take a bite.

The first bite is... a revelation. The flavors dance on your taste buds, a harmonious blend of juiciness and seasoning. Shiori's dedication to practice has paid off, and the burger is cooked to perfection. You glance at your sibling, who mirrors your delight, both of you sharing a moment of bliss.

The babysitter watches with satisfaction as you devour the meal she worked so diligently to prepare, a smug grin on her face. The room falls silent, the only noises being the sound of the two of you eating, and Shiori cleaning up. Before you know it, the burgers are gone. With the burgers now gone, you both rush over and hug her legs, thanking her for the delicious burger. The atmosphere fills with laughter and joy. Her presence has transformed a simple meal into a cherished memory.

As you both return to the table, chattering excitedly about when she'll come back, Shiori surprises you with a homemade dessert - a batch of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. The sweet aroma wafts through the air, and you can't resist the temptation. The cookies are warm and gooey, a perfect ending to the delightful meal.

Finishing the cookies, the three of you go to the living room to watch a movie your parents picked out for you. Shiori sits in the center of the couch, with you and your sibling sitting on either side of her, and letting your heads fall into her lap. She smiles softly down at you both, putting a hand on each of your heads, gently stroking your hair.

The movie's intro sequence has barely ended before you both fall asleep, and lay there, snoring. Shiori, chuckling, places a blanket over each of you, and watches the movie, continuing to watch the movie, waiting for your parents to return.

An hour or so later, your parents return and wake you up. Rubbing your eyes, you sit up, and waddle over to hug your parents. Shiori stands up and walks over, putting on her shoes. She pats both of your heads, drawing your attention, and you each hug one of her legs, not wanting her to leave.

Your parents chuckle, each picking one of you up. With full stomachs and hearts, you and your sibling bid Shiori farewell. The plaid cloak swirls around her as she leaves, and your left with a newfound appreciation for the babysitter who not only practiced her cooking skills, just for the two of you, but also filled your evening with warmth and happiness.

In the days that follow, Shiori continues to surprise you with her newfound cooking skills. Each meal becomes an adventure, and the once-dreaded pink hue becomes a funny, hard-to-believe memory. Through her dedication and practice, Shiori has not only mastered the art of cooking, but has also woven herself into the fabric of your cherished memories.