Zane was your boyfriend. Yes, the elemental master of ice, and a robot, was your boyfriend. And you couldn't be prouder to call him yours. Honestly, you didn't even care what he was. You loved him.

Zane loved to cook. It was always him making the meals, which he had no problem in doing. Like I said, he absolutely loved it. It brought him joy.

You were sitting on the kitchen counter while you watched Zane chop up some carrots skillfully. Honestly, it was kind of attractive. He'd asked you earlier if you wanted to help him cook dinner tonight, which you instantly complied to. Although, to be honest, the only useful thing you'd done so far was hand him a tablespoon. Zane gave you a look for a moment before grabbing an onion and cutting it too.

Are you going to just sit there the whole time or are you actually going to help me like you agreed to?