「Anime x Reader One Shots」

Personal Chef (Rin Okumura x Reader)

"I'm sure you'll like this," Rin told you eagerly.

He extended a spoon out to you which held a portion of an unknown meal he made for you. Sniffing at it gingerly, you looked up at his gorgeous blue eyes and gave him a wary look. Whatever he had made for you wasn't something you thought you would like. The smell was odd and just from that, you knew it wouldn't be enjoyable for you.

"Are you sure?" you questioned.

"Trust me, (Y/N)," he replied, confidence oozing through his words.

Giving him one last wary look, you slowly nodded and stuck the spoon along with whatever he had made in your mouth. Pausing for a moment, you tried to let your brain register these new flavors. So many different flavors that should've gone well together hit your taste buds and... you spat out whatever was in your mouth.

"See? I knew you'd- w-what?!" he sputtered when he turned back around to see the folded napkin on the counter and the disgusted look on your face.

Guilt hit you immediately when you saw the crestfallen look on his face. It wasn't that his cooking was bad, it was for sure the best you ever had, but your picky eating habits made it difficult for him to make meals that you could enjoy. This had already been the fifth meal he had attempted to make for you that day that ended unsuccessful.

"I'm so sorry!" you apologized quickly. "Please, Rin, let's just stop now."

"No way! I'm not stopping now until I finally find something that you like," he said his usual grin appearing on his face again.

Knowing you wouldn't be able to win this, you only smiled and gratefully accepted the kiss he placed on your forehead before getting back to work. You hopped up onto the counter and sat there watching him while he was in his own little world. Cooking wasn't something you really enjoyed so it was amazing to you to watch how happy and at peace he looked in the kitchen.

Some days he would get you off the counter and have you cook with him. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy cooking with him, you just felt bad whenever you did because he didn't seem to be absorbed in it as he did when he cooked alone. So sitting back and watching him was what you preferred most.

Everything he did was so intriguing to you. Whether it be how he moved around the kitchen as if he was performing a dance or how fast and skillfully he was able to cut up vegetables to add into the pot he already had cooking. Despite watching him making the meal, you still had no idea what he was in the process of making. You could only hope that you would end up liking it.

He grabbed a wooden spoon and began to stir the contents inside. A small amount of the food splashed out and landed on the apron he was wearing. Smiling, you were suddenly thankful that you managed to convince him to throw on the apron over his school uniform before he insisted on cooking for you. He already went through so many uniforms due to how easily he got them dirty, you were thankful you were at least able to spare the one he was currently wearing.

Wearing such a formal outfit underneath a cooking apron would look odd on anyone else but for Rin, it suited him well. He always looked attractive wearing a tie no matter the circumstance, even when he was cooking. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him while he cooked but at the same time, you still didn't want to bother him.

After taking a sip of the soup he had made, he bore a proud smile as he dusted his hands off.

"My masterpiece is finished and I'm sure you'll love it," he proudly said.

"I think I will," you replied, hopeful.

From what you could tell, it smelled amazing to you so that was a good sign. You still felt guilty because of how many different meals he made for you just to find out you didn't like any of them.

He walked over to where you sat on the counter while he held a spoonful of the soup in his hand. Taking the spoon from his hand and tasting a little of the soup in your mouth, you took a moment to let the flavors register in your brain. It was definitely better than the meal he had made previous to this one, but even so you could still tell this wasn't something you particularly cared for. You knew you could eat it without being disgusted, but it also wasn't something you would ask him to cook often.

"What do you think?" he asked eagerly, his eyes wide and a bright smile on his face.

"It's... good," you finished hesitantly.

"But you don't love it," he sad, the excitement leaving him.

You felt as if a bus had just hit you, that's how bad the guilt you felt was. The last thing you wanted was to hurt him and no matter how much you tried, you knew you wouldn't be able to last long pretending to like the food he made. In the long run, pretending could possibly just hurt him even more.

"It's better than the other ones," you replied truthfully, trying to reassure him. "I don't love it, but I'll eat it."

"No, that's not good enough. I'll make you something that you'll love."

He started pacing back and forth around you trying to think of something he could make you. Sighing, you knew you needed to stop him before he drove himself crazy with this.

"Rin," you said, waiting for a response.

"If that didn't work maybe I can try making that..." he muttered to himself, blocking your voice out.

"Babe," you called again.

His only response was more muttering and pacing. Getting annoyed by this, you grabbed his tie when he walked past you and pulled him to you before pressing your lips against his which quickly shocked him out of his little trance he had put himself in. Before he could try to deepen the kiss like you knew he wanted to, you wrapped your legs around his waist before breaking the kiss.

"It's enough cooking for one day, babe. And besides, I'm not even that hungry anymore," you told him as you placed your hands on his cheeks.

"That's good," he said, a devilish smirk appearing on his face. "Because now I'm hungry for something that's definitely not food."