the kitchen i had seen before.
"F-feitan, i dont feel like making food.."
i gulped. i was not sure if that was a mistake.
he stared at me, eyebrows raised.
"Ok."
He slouched his shoulders back and leaned on the counter behind him, i was unsure of what to do.
"Do you want to be my food?"
My eyes widened. What??!
He smirked and started laughing hysterically.
FUCK? WAS THAT A DIRTY JOKE?
A faint redness appeared in his face and he digged it deeper into his mask. I looked away in embarassment.
"Would you please make me food,brat?"
I looked down and slowly made my way to the dusty cabnets, reaching out for some noodles.
Time skip
Well then, he was munching away at the noodles and occasionally feeding me.
