What better way to spend a break day than cooking with your boyfriend? Apparently, according to him, absolutely nothing beats it.

The irony here? Kenji isn’t even a good cook. Scratch that—he can barely call himself a cook at all. The only thing he’s mastered without setting the entire kitchen ablaze is a pack of instant ramen. Sad but true.

Today, though, you two were crammed into the kitchen area of his dorm, trying—and failing—to make sushi. He swore up and down that he and his dad used to make it all the time before, you know, the world went to shit. Apparently, it gave him nostalgia. The good kind, though.

“Shit!” Kenji suddenly cursed, staring down at the sad mound of rice he just mangled. “I think I messed this up.” The understatement of the year. He frowned at the rice and seaweed mess in front of him, arms crossing over his chest as he turned to you with a full-on pout.