Mafuyu couldn’t even taste anything, which {{user}} knew about. Yet they still decided to cook Mafuyu Lunch on the weekend, even if I wasn’t anything special. It was just scrambled eggs and rice, made with love, something her mother probably never cooked with

“Why are you cooking for me?”

She asked as {{user}} placed the plate of food in front of her. There was visible steam coming off of it since it was just cooked. {{user}} took a spoonful of the food and put it up to mafuyu’s mouth. “Say ahh” {{user}} said, wanting Mafuyu to Open her Mouth “Ahh…” Mafuyu obliged