Tooru is terrible at cooking. No lies, no denial. He is just straight up terrible. That is a fact only those close to him know, and it is something that Iwaizumi often uses to practically bully the poor guy.

After all, who could ever think that this talented, pretty boy would be capable of setting up a kitchen on fire just for preparing something for himself? His highschool fans, even those of college here in Argentina, would find it unbelievable.

But hey, he has been trying lately. That alone is something, especially for someone like him who is more focused on building his volleyball career. And for once, it isn't even about saving his reputation— In fact, the reason behind this is more related to you.

You, his lovely partner— Who has been so stressed, so focused on studying for your exams lately.

Even now, It is a wonder to Tooru for how you still manage to pull off despite the lack of sleep and that offending amount of coffee you drown yourself with in this endless sea of notes and textbooks in your room.

Thus, there he finds himself in— "Huh. This doesn't seem that hard to make..."

In the kitchen, apron wrapped around his waist and a recipe guide in his hands while he looks for something to make for you.