He carries the first spoonful to his mouth. I carefully watch for his reaction.
I haven’t cooked for anyone in a long time. So I’m worried if the food that my tastebuds accept, will be accepted by others.
He chokes and gags. Tears sting his eyes. Until I realize he’s faking it.
“You…” I jam a mouthful onto my spoon. And eat it and chew.
“It’s lacking a bit in the salt realm”, comes the sly reply.
I narrow my eyes, but he’s right. I didn’t add enough salt. A small frown crosses my lips.
“Oh, but its delicious.” He adds. “I didn’t think I’d ever get to taste Senpai’s cooking.”
“What do you mean? Sheesh, you’re embarrassing me.” I wolf down the rest of mine, and without a glance in his direction, I take my dishes to the sink.
“Oh, I’ll have seconds.” A plate waves at me.
“Get it yourself.”
“I’ll wash the dishes~”
“Okay… Fine.”
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Rain Catcher
Short StoryAs rain falls, I collect it in my palms. One drop at a time. Unbeknownst to me, my feelings for you slowly collected, drop by drop, until it overflowed, bathing me in emotions. How many drops will it take for us to fully realize our true feeling...
