Aki Live! (Yuri on Ice Fanfiction)

Blind Taste Test

"Whatvare you doing?" I questioned, "You can't even read Japanese?" Mersy had found my large manga and doujin collection and was the midst of reading a Yoai.

"I can make up the dialogue," she said in a sigh, "It's beautiful." I was glad the Yaguri family was out, you know having a family day. This left the entire house to me, and I was going to practice cooking, without my glasses so I invited over my friends so I wouldn't be a sad person eating alone. I'd be a sad person eating with friends.

"What are you going to make?" Don question. I watched is Nate peaked at the book Mersy was readying and flinches away in shock, causing me to giggle. He was looking back and fourth between me and the book. He was probably confused on how somethong as seemingly innocent as me could own a book that lewd. I gave him an innocent smile.

"Pork Cutlet Bowls," I told Don, rrying to act like I didn't notice what the other two were doing, even though it was painfully obvious.

"Yes!"Yura cheered as he walked into the room. He literally would just walk in whenever. I was used to it at this point.

"Have you been here the entire time?" Mersy asked, frantically hidding the doujin. Why would she be embarrassed abour somerhing that wasn't even hers. Then again she looked to be mid orgasm.

"I just got here," he trimmed, sitting down on top of the counter. I handed him my glasses and started hubting for rhe ingredients in the kitchen. It tool me a while to figure out if what I had was the right thing or not.

"Am I a bad person for thinking this is entertaining?" I heard Don ask. Followed but a blunt noise and a gasp. I could only assume Mersy had slapped him.

"She's still probably a better cook then you," Nate said bluntly. I was pretty sure I had got anything. I dug out the pots and pans, and was thinking if what to do next. I remebered I needed to cut up some things as the rice cooked.

They all gasped when I pulled our the knife. "Maybe you should have someone cut things for you," Yura said, and I felt him approaching me to take the knife away. I slapped my hand down on the wooden cutting board, barely spreadinf my fingers. I brought the knife down with as much force as I could muster. I could hear them all gasp, waiting for gushing blood. I let go of the knife to have it been sticking straight up from the cutting board between my middle and ring finger.

"I don't think so," I said with a smirk. I heard a click, and assumed one of them took a picture.

"Why are you so badass?" Don questioned, and complained at the same time. I had pryied the knife out of the board and be a chopping away.

"Some would classify it as reckless," I told them. Yuri groaned in agreement to that statement. "It's cause I don't fear death, and have a high pain tolerance." I hesrd snickers and sighs, then taking it as a joke. When it was really the truth.

"Just shut up and cook," Yuri hissed at me. Awe we had summoned the tsudere Yuri. The tsudyuri! Aaahhh, terrible puns. I had managed to make a descent meal. I even separated it into five bowls for each of us.

"Um mm...." Don questioned as I set down the bowls, "Is it meabt to look like that?" I was confused. I held my hand out to Yura, for my glasses back. He placed them in my hand before yanking then away. That earned him a glare and a kick to the shin.

Once I could see again I noticed the bowls were a bitr messier then when my mom would make them. "They're a little messy, but hey, I didn't it blind," I shrugged, grabbing my bowl, and shoveling some into my mouth.

"Where are the forks?" Yura asked, standing in the kitchen, and lookin around.

"umm.." I said, searching my memory, "I don't think we have any." Over the past four month I'd been there I don't remember ever using a fork in the house. "Guess you gotta use chopsticks."

"Yes!" Mersy cheered, being the otaku she was. She was a bit shaky at it, but she had a smile on her face. Don didn't even try and just brought the bowl to his face and pushed in the food. Nate tried, but desided just to stab the food. Yura on the other hand just angrily staired at rhe utensle.

I smirked, having an idea cone to mind. "Do you want me to feed you?" I asked, cause in a slew of differenr reactions. Mersy almost choked. Don did a double take. Nate's head tilted. Yura's face turned a shade of pink.

"No,"  Yura muttered, and picked up the sticks. He couldn't seem to get the gripp right. I reached over and help his hand in the property position.

"Like that," I told him, and forced his hand to do the motion. Evryone was looking at me like I lost it. I mean I did, but not at that moment. "We might actually have something to help..." I started digging through the drawers. I then found it, a training clip. "Naomi kept it from when Nagisa was little," I explained, and put it onto Yura's choppsticks, and he was finally able to eat.

His face lit up on the fist bite and he shoveled the rest down. "You're gonna get a stomach ache with how fast you're eating," I commented and took another bite myself. That didn't stop him, and he soon slammed down and empty bowl.

"It's even better than your mom's," he declared. All of us was a bit worried about him, or maybe it was just me.

"Thanks," I shrugged, "But I honestly prefer hers." I tried getting it exactly like hers, bur I've never succeeded. I felt a litrle pang of homesickness, only to be interrupted by Yura seeing if their was anymore.