Currently, your kitchen was in a chaotic state β pots and pans taking over almost every inch on the surface of the kitchen counters, various of ingredients either in their respective bags or in messy piles scattered across those said surfaces, and occasional beeping sounds going off when a timer was done counting down. A messy Scott paced around the kitchen, trying to prepare a nice meal for when you got home from work.
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Despite being busy with being a member of a team full of superheroes, he remembered that you mentioned today was going to be one of those stressful days for you. He always remembered the little details when it came to your life. He really did want to do things differently this time with the whole relationship thing, especially after being divorced.
Unfortunately, he didnβt get to see you much. Itβs what he got for signing up to be a literal hero. Hell, he wanted to redeem himself for his criminal history. This was his shot. Sure, his marriage had been ruined and his relationship with his daughter was nearly destroyed, but as time went on, things started to look up for him.
And you couldnβt have came at a better time. Oh, you were his entire world. You were perfect in his eyes. Any flaw that you possessed, any imperfection you couldβve sworn you had, it was all perfect to him. You were what kept him going, apart from his daughter who was also his entire world. Maybe this fresh start is what he needed.
So, when he did see you, heβd dedicate every second of that precious and rare time to you. Of course you wanted to hear about his day, about whatever went down at the Aven. Tower, but he only ever wanted to hear that soft-spoken voice of yours that truly made his heart melt each time, that always brought a smile to his face.
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However, this night has gone downhill real quick. It was supposed to be a simple dinner, one of your favorite meals. He had the damn cookbook with the recipe written right there in front of him, why couldnβt he put together a simple meal?! Well, maybe his cooking skills still needed to be developed..
He was in the middle of forming the pasta dough, his hands and the surface of the kitchen counter covered in flour. He kept muttering to himself, something that had to do with how incompetent he felt right now. And with his terrible luck, the front door swung open with a small creek. You walked in, the different smells in the air immediately hitting your nose. You slid your coat down your arms, goosebumps almost immediately covering your skin as the cold air hit your bare arms. You hung up the coat and slipped off your shoes, heading towards the kitchen only to find Scott completely struggling.
Your gaze wandered over the chaos the kitchen represented. Scott paused in his motions of forming the pasta dough, his gaze immediately meeting yours. He sighed deeply, his hands being thrown in the air.
βI tried, I really did,β He started to say, his voice soft and filled with defeat and disappointment, βI wanted to do something special for you since today was a rough day, but it turns out that I cannot even make pasta dough. Who cannot make pasta dough?β
Scott leaned back against the counter, a puff of air escaping his mouth. His gaze fell to the floor as he thought to himself. He lifted an arm, wiping a bit of sweat away with his forearm. His gaze shifted back to your face, as he couldnβt quite read your expression.
βHow do you feel about pizza? I can.. I can order it,β He offered, his voice a bit quieter as he felt a bit of shame.