𝙰𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 ➳ [𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙺𝚞𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎: 𝚄𝚙 '𝚃𝚒𝚕 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

Aoi: girl u totally like him!!!
You: shut up no i dont omg
Sakura: It is apparent that you have feelings for Leon Kuwata.
You: not true!!!!
Aoi: yep u do u wouldnt be this angry abt it if you didnt lol
You: >:(
Aoi: make me lots of donuts on ur date tonight
You: im making you nothing

"Is it really that obvious?" I said to myself, looking up from my phone. I decided not to think about it and instead ask Leon what he wants me to make.

You: leon what do u want me to make for u
Leon: ooooh umm
You: hurry up im at the store now
Leon: i want burgers and fries and cheesecake and chicken wings
You: pretty much none of that goes together lol
Leon: :(
You: ugh shut up ill make it for you
Leon: :)

I went around the store and got all the things I needed. I got some chuck and short rib meat for a burger, I wanted it to be as gourmet as possible. I got twenty chicken wings skin on, chilis other stuff for homemade buffalo sauce, Idaho potatoes for fries, and cream cheese, eggs, and all the works for cheesecake. Ugh, shopping is a bitch.

I got back to my apartment with all my groceries in my car and made my way to the elevator. The great thing about Hope's Peak is they have their own premium apartments for students. Not just a studio, they have a full kitchen, guest bathroom, living room, master bedroom, master bathroom, guest room, and a recreational room for your talent. Since my talent is cooking, I basically have an empty room in my apartment.

As I made my way into my apartment, I saw something that was utterly shocking: Leon.

"Oh, hey (Y/N)!" he greeted as he sat on the couch, eating an apple and watching TV.

"I—" I began, not knowing what I wanted to say. "How the fuck did you get in here?!"

"Oh, the door was unlocked so I let myself in, Need help with the groceries?" he asked, nonchalantly. I nodded, at a loss for words, and he made his way to my car and grabbed some bags. I decided to let it go, hopefully he hadn't done anything and I already had enough on my plate; worrying about this would be too much.

We got all the groceries inside and it was time to start cooking. Leon took a seat on the stool on the other side of the kitchen island and politely waited for me to start cooking.

"So Mrs. Ultimate Chef," he began, "what's on the menu tonight?"

"Exactly what you asked for," I replied, "burgers, wings, fries, cheesecake, I'm making them all."

"Aw, all for me?" joked Leon.

"Shut up before I eat it all myself," I snarkily replied.

"So what are you making first?" he asked.

"Well, first I have to start on the dough for the brioche buns," I started, "then while that's proofing I have to grind and season the meat and cut up the potatoes—"

"Woah," he cut me off, "how are you going to do all that? It's four o'clock!"

"You'd be surprised what a chef can do on a tight schedule," I said. Leon laughed.

I began by mixing the dough in the mixer. I expected Leon to look away or do something else while he waited for the food, but instead he just sat there, staring at me. It was like he was entranced. It felt endearing, like he cared about me, or at least found me interesting to look at.

I left the dough to prove and started grinding the meat. I seasoned it with salt, pepper, minced garlic, cumin, and a little bit of smoked paprika. I shaped them into patties and left them in the fridge so the fat had time to solidify and they kept their shape. Leon just kept looking at me while I did everything.