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Lesson 7: Cooking up a Storm

"No, that isn't soy sauce!!"

I let out an exhausted sigh as Midorima messed up again for I don't know how many times.

"But..what am I supposed to do?"

I walked over beside him and began to put the sauce over the pan. I placed the cut vegetables there and taught him how to saute the vegetables with the sauce. He was doing pretty well until he applied more force to it.

"AH! Stop that!"

The vegetables began to fly out of the pan and onto the kitchen counter. I groaned as a little bit of sauce hit my face.

"You..."

I looked at his face and he had a disappointed expression. I can't scold him when he's like this! Maybe I'm too strict?! How am I going to comfort him..?

No choice then...

I hugged Midorima as he immediately tensed up. Why am I even doing this...

"Taro-pon...you can always improve.."

I hugged him tighter and smiled up at him. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. He adjusted his glasses and looked at me from the corner of his eye.

"S-Sorry.."

I shook my head and leaned against his chest.

"You did your best..what do you want as a reward?"

Hah...I'm doing this for my student and for my own doom...

He placed a strand of hair behind my hair then smirked. He leaned in closer and looked into my eyes.

"What a bold thing to say.."

He whispered in my ear and I felt myself blush. He took one look at me then smirked.

"Can you cook dinner for me, sensei?"

I unconsciously heaved out a sigh of relief and he gave me a funny look.

"Were you expecting something else?"

"N-no!"

I waved my hands in front of my face as he released himself from my hug. He sat down on a kitchen stool while looking at me. I sighed then tied my hair up into a ponytail. I tightened my apron and began to prepare dinner.

After 30 minutes....

I placed our meals on a tray as I walked towards the small dining table. I set it down gently and sat down on the chair in front of Midorima. We said our thanks and began to dig in. I looked at him nervously and he just smiled at me.

"Is it good?"

He lifted a piece of salmon with his chopsticks then placed it in front of my mouth. What is he doing?!

"Why don't you try it for yourself?"

"But I could just use my own chop-MMPH"

He took that opportunity and placed the salmon inside my mouth. I felt my face heat up as he smirked at me. I chewed the food and surprisingly..my cooking tastes good.

"Good!"

He smiled at me and I felt a warm feeling build up inside me. He lifted up his glass then began to drink water. We're like a couple when we do these things.

"Midorima..you're sweet"

He spat out the water he was drinking and coughed intensively. Oops, what did I just say...

"Where did that come from all of a sudden?!"

He let out a sigh and wiped the table. He then quicky ate his food and placed them in the dishwasher. Hnn....he looks nervous...and...embarrassed?