SPEAK (nagireo)

14.0 | Strawberry

And you keep falling,
Baby,
Figure it out.

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"Reo.. I think, you should stop".

"No Nagi. I got this".

Nagi was sick, Ba-ya was busy. Reo was.... trying his best.

Hakuho's dorm didn't come with a cooking area as a precaution from the students accidentaly burning their room or worse. Instead, they prepared a dining hall and a cafeteria on the ground floor for the students to feed themselves. However, in some cases of student who really wanted to save money, they were allowed to bring an electric cooker with a certain watt limit with them.

One of them was Nagi Seishiro. Though so far he only use them to keep his instant noodles warm.

To describe the current situation, Nagi was lying down on his bed with a cooling patch on his head. His already pale skin was reddish from the fever he was having and his body was sluggish to the point its hard for him to move around his own house.

Thus, Reo with all his wife material behaviour, skipped class to attend the sick big baby in his dorm. " I'm gonna cook porridge! ", he shouted as he forcefully open Nagi room which he didn't own the spare key to enter yet.

Nagi being the biggest Reo simp couldn't bring himself to reject that sparkly face from Reo. Still, in case of emergency, he already set the head dorm number on speed dial.

It started good- FUCK THAT. IT STARTED HORRIBLE.

Nagi should already saw the sign when Reo pulled out the knife that never existed with Zenitsu-Breathing-Form style.

Considering the dorm was a 1k apartment, Nagi could saw anything from the corner of his bed. The carrot that should be diced was minced, the chicken that should be shredded was sashimi thinned, the riced that should be washed was losing it half amount from its actual portion.

The Mikage Reo couldn't cook.

It was understandable because back in his estate all these annoying jobs was taken care by his attendant specifically Ba-ya. The absence of that lady meant a loss to a cooking hand.

" Reo, I don't think you should add that much salt? " His grey eyes glanced at the specific recipe shown in Reo's Ipad. "You already salted those chickens before hand even though it's not written here".

" My instict said otherwise. Trust me! "

"... "

The porridge burning tho... Just another precaution, he secretly open the window wide and turned on the fan so the smoke would flow outside instead of alarming his smoke detector.

He knew that he should stop Reo at this point. The purple teen itself could be seen panicking and prancing around to save the dish. Unfortunately, the sick teen didn't wanted to hurt the feeling of the other guy.

Or does being honest better?

...

"Done!"

"Looks good".

Indeed it was presented beautifully despite the mess behind it. Pristine white porridge with a little mixed vegetables and shredded chicken piled on the center of the bowl.