Astr⌀ Royale/Negai No Astr⌀ ⋮⋮ Headcanons ⋮⋮

Cooking - Kuran ♣️

Kuran

Synopsis: Burgers, Mac and cheese, fries, Spaghetti and Meatballs! All the childhood favourites! You can't hate 'em no matter what they are so good! Kuran enjoys just that- it's his go to! Now just why doesn't his partner see that?

One shot: Winner Takes The Takeout

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The clock on the wall ticked toward 7:00 p.m. when Kuran's stomach growled, echoing into the quiet of the kitchen. Leaning against the counter, he glanced at you with his usual neutral expression, though there was a faint glint of mischief in his eyes.

"So, what's for dinner?" he asked, his fluffy white and red Cheshire cat tail swishing in slow, deliberate arcs behind him.

 "Because I'm thinking... something epic. Like burgers. Or maybe a pizza loaded with extra cheese and pepperoni."

You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips.

 "And I'm thinking something a little... lighter. Maybe a stir-fry or a colorful salad with grilled chicken? We could do something healthy for once, you know."

Kuran's tail paused mid-swish, then resumed, flicking in a way that suggested mild offense.

 "Healthy is fine, but I need something real, something that's gonna fill me up," he said, reaching into the fridge with measured movements, as if his very sense of pride was on the line.

"Are you saying my food choices aren't real meals?" you countered, crossing your arms in mock indignation.

 "At least I won't feel like I've eaten a grease bomb."

"Grease bombs are delicious," he replied, pulling out a few ingredients and setting them on the counter with a quiet determination. His tail, now flicking steadily, gave away more emotion than his face ever did.

 "Alright, how about this: if you can make a healthier option that tastes better than my idea of real food, I'll admit defeat. But if I win, you're eating that pizza without a single complaint."

Your eyes gleamed at the challenge. "Fine. I accept."

In moments, you and Kuran had gathered everything you needed for a head-to-head cooking showdown. Kuran's quiet intensity filled the room as he grabbed potatoes, eggs, and cheese, clearly aiming for something hearty that would live up to his standards. You, on the other hand, reached for colorful bell peppers, baby spinach, and some grilled chicken, confident that your vibrant dish would win him over.

"Ready?" Kuran asked, despite his RBF his tail giving a steady, excited swish.

You nodded, tossing a handful of spinach into a mixing bowl.

 "Oh, I'm more than ready."

With that, the kitchen turned into a focused frenzy of activity. Kuran grated cheese and layered it over the potatoes with intense concentration, setting them to roast in the oven. His tail whipped with purpose, betraying his enthusiasm as he worked. Beside him, you were in your element, slicing veggies and layering them into a perfect rainbow. Every now and then, you glanced over at Kuran, catching a glimpse of his tail swishing furiously as he concentrated, utterly engrossed in his dish.

A few minutes passed before he noticed your curious gaze. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and he muttered, "What's that—spinach?" His tail slowed to a judgmental flick.

"You know, we're not feeding a rabbit here."

You chuckled. "And what's that? Another pile of grease? You're just afraid to admit defeat."

As the cooking continued, the kitchen filled with a mix of sizzling sounds and the warm smell of food, both of you deeply engrossed in your creations. Kuran sprinkled a final touch of herbs over his golden-brown potatoes just as you drizzled some homemade dressing over your salad. You took a step back, glancing at Kuran's tail which was now swaying with a calm satisfaction—he was clearly pleased with his work.

"Done!" you both announced in unison, setting your dishes down with quiet pride.

You exchanged plates, Kuran picking up a forkful of the fresh salad, and you took a bite of his rich, cheesy potatoes. After a few bites, you shared a look and burst into laughter.

"Alright, fine," Kuran admitted, his tail flicking with reluctant approval. "Your salad is actually pretty good. But it's not exactly 'dinner' material, is it?"

"Neither are your cheesy potatoes," you countered, still grinning.

"And after all that work, I'm still starving. Not exactly a win, is it?"

Kuran's tail stilled in defeat as he slumped back, a sigh escaping him. "We probably just burned off more calories than either of these dishes gave us."

You met his gaze, an idea forming in your mind.

"Then I say we reward ourselves. I'm thinking... takeout. Your favorite greasy stuff and maybe a little something green for me?"

He raised a brow, his tail finally stilling as he considered it. "Now that's a compromise I can get behind."

After a quick scroll through the delivery app, you both settled on a mix of burgers, fries, fried chicken, and a side salad for balance. The moment the order was placed, you both collapsed onto the couch, savoring the contentment that only follows a hard-fought and completely pointless cooking showdown.

When the delivery arrived, you eagerly laid the food out on the coffee table turning on the TV and dug in, sharing the feast as you recounted ridiculous memories and stories. Kuran's quiet hums told you he was enjoying himself as much as you were.

"See?" he finally said, pulling a fry from the container and dipping it in ketchup. "This is what I call a real meal."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help laughing.

 "I'll admit, you do have your moments."

With his usual composure, Kuran leaned back, crossing his arms as his tail curled comfortably beside him brushing against your side causing a tingle to vibrate through you.

 "Congrats,"

He said, his tone softening, though his face remained serious.

"For winning the great 'what to eat for dinner' debate of the century."

You laughed, tossing a fry at him, which he effortlessly caught. "Next time, maybe we'll let someone else choose."

"Fat chance," he replied, his tail flicking lazily as he pulled you closer, pressing a light, unexpected kiss to your forehead.

"Thanks for dinner," you murmured, leaning into his shoulder, finding comfort in his quiet warmth. "It was perfect."

And as the night settled around you both, the competitive spirit faded into a quiet, shared contentment—a small victory, where the true reward was simply being together.

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A/N: It is right now 11:54pm I am so tired, and after writing this I have to go work on my english work...kms..💀

Inspiration: Chapter 10