Your roommate offered and then insisted he makes dinner that night, whatever he just placed infront of you was NOT dinner. It wasn't even edible.

The food was all wonderfully cooked of course, you couldn't deny his skill, but oh what was that combination.. It was like a kid making potions in a bathroom except a full grown man cooking a meal..

The man himself, Tetchou Suehiro, sat across from you. He was looking on with hope as you stared down at the meal.