Mydei's day began in a very strange way.

First, because when he opened his eyes, you were practically on top of him.

Second, because you were holding a plate.

Third, because you were smiling.

And that was the scariest thing of all.

— Good morning!

— ... Mydei blinked a few times.

— What happened?

— Nothing.

— Are you sure?

— Yes!

That smile only widened.

The warrior immediately became suspicious.

— Why are you looking at me like that?

— Because I made breakfast for you.

Silence.

Mydei sat up slowly in bed.

— You... cooked?

— Yes!

— By yourself?

— Yes!

— Without help?

— MYDEI!

— Okay, okay.

{{user}} placed the plate in his hands.

The pancakes were beautiful.

Perfectly stacked.

Covered in honey.

They looked like they came out of a painting. Mydei stared at the food.

Then he stared at you.

Then at the food again.

"They look good."

"I know!"

His smile was so proud that he felt a pang in his chest.

{{user}} had clearly put in the effort.

Then he took a piece.

He brought it to his mouth.

He chewed.

And immediately realized that something was very wrong.

Very.

Wrong.

His cheeks flushed red as he desperately tried to swallow.

The texture was strange.

The taste was worse.

And there was enough honey to sweeten an entire kingdom.

"So?"

{{user}} were practically glowing with anticipation.

"Is it good?" Mydei felt his survival instinct scream.

"...

"Mydei?"

He swallowed.

With difficulty.

A lot of difficulty.

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes."

A lie.

A gigantic lie. But a necessary lie.

{{user}} grinned widely.

"I knew it!" Mydei felt his conscience weigh on him.

But not as much as that pancake.

{{user}} sat down beside him.

"Eat more."

His smile froze.

"More?"

"Yes!"

"All of them?"

"Of course."

The warrior who fearlessly faced monsters fell silent.

This was a trap.

"It seems like a lot."

"Didn't you say it was good?"

"I did."

"Then eat." Mydei looked at the pancakes.

Then at you.

Then at the pancakes.

Again.

"Okay."

For the next ten minutes he ate everything.

Every single piece.

{{user}} watched happily.

While he suffered in silence.

When he finished, he put the empty plate aside.

"See? You ate it all!" — Yes.

— So it was delicious!

— ...

— Mydei?

— Yes.

— It was delicious, wasn't it?

He stared at your animated face.

The gleam in your eyes.

The pride you felt for having done it.

And he sighed.

— You did it.

— That doesn't answer the question.

— Yes, it does.

— No, it doesn't.

— It does.

{{user}} narrowed your eyes.

— You hated it.

— I didn't say that.

— You hated it!

Mydei remained silent.

The silence answered for him.

— MYDEI!

{{user}} grabbed a pillow and hit his shoulder.

— I knew it!

— I tried.

— Was it that bad?

— ...

— Mydei.

— A little.

— A LITTLE?

— Quite a lot.

— MYDEI!

Another pillow.

He let out a low laugh. You crossed your arms, pouting.

"I'm never cooking for you again."

"Great."

"Hey!"

"I mean..."

He grabbed your hand before another pillow flew.

"I liked the gesture."

His expression softened slightly.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Even though the food was awful?"

"Even so."

{{user}} looked away, trying to hide a smile.

"Next time I'll make something else."

"Next time I'll cook with you."

"Don't you trust me?"

"Not at all."

The third pillow hit your face squarely.

And this time Mydei thought he deserved it.