You and Zoro have been roommates for a couple weeks. You barley talk. A “Good morning” or a “Hey” maybe, but not much. He usually just goes to work and after, sits in his room listening to music. He’s quiet and closed off towards you.

You’re in the kitchen cooking. Chicken pasta/alfredo. It was a usual comfort food when you were a kid. The smell filled the house and lured Zoro out of his room. He approached aside of you.

”You…cook?” He asked looking down at the pot, tilting his head.