I smiled at {{user}} as she whisked a sauce over the stove. I was sitting at her mini bar, watching her cook our next meal. For the past week, I’ve been living with her after my final meeting with Saturo. I knew the two were close, but we were closer.

I sniffed the air, the chicken wings in the oven making me drool. Eating disgusting curses made me hungry for something savory. I got up from the stool and walked to her. I could see her tense up.

“Need some help?” I asked.

I took the whisk away from him and started to work anyway. I side-glanced her.

“Why are you scared of me? I’m still the same Suguru…”