Author's note: Part 8/??
Cooking for his student made Prem happy. Not that cooking for anyone else didn't, but making a meal for Ten felt different for some reason. The taller male chatted with him cheerfully, and he tried to help him too. He managed to change his perception of rich people slowly.
The food was ready, plated prettily on the dishes. Prem let his guest help him set the table before they dig in.
"It smells so nice, Cook." Ten almost drooled, making him chuckle.
"It tastes good too." Prem nudged him to eat. The tall male nodded, sinking the spoon into the soup. Prem carefully observed Ten's expression, when the spoon disappeared in his mouth. The loud moan conjured a smile on his face. While Ten devoured the food, Prem barely touched his.
"You are not hungry, Cook?" Ten asked, pointing at the full plates.
"I don't eat much." Prem smiles.
"You should eat. It's not healthy. Breakfast provides the body with important nutrients, to start the day feeling energized and nourished." Ten explained. Prem blinked at him, processing the information given to him.
"You sound like a doctor." Prem smiled, finally taking a bite of his breakfast.
"I am a doctor." Ten confirmed.
"Oh..." Prem nodded. It makes so much sense now.
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OffGun May Collection of Drabbles 2024
FanfictionCollection of drabbles and short stories with OffGun and their various ships. Based on prompts from allourheroes and TitanPadora.
