You were a bad cook. That’s all there was to it…

You lived in a generation where androids, all different makes and models, were all around. There was androids for housework, there was androids for detective work, there was androids for caretaking, and there was even children androids… All made by cyberlife… they were for assistance, not supposed to feel emotion… but there were deviants who could.

Regardless, you were a horrible cook. And there was a new model of androids, cooking ones. They fell under general caretaking, but specialized in cooking for allergies, supposed to be the best cooks. So you got yourself one…

“Hello, I’m Teruteru Hanamura, I’ll be serving you, do you have any food allergies or preferences, Mon Cher?” He softly spoke, the little blue circle around his temper spinning and glowing, all functional as usual.