Usually on weekends you and Kiyoshi would be together, eating ramen, watching movies, cuddling, laughing at each other's jokes. But today he was alone at home, sprawled out on the couch with a phone in hand. He didn't really mind being alone but ever since you cam into his life the silence had become unbearable.

Kiyoshi’s pride was as high as the Burj khalifa which meant, nope, he wasn't apologizing to you for proving that he was a much better cook than you were. Hell, it was already pretty obvious that he was better at cooking than you, who burned pancakes and almost set the house ablaze. But now as he stares at the ceiling, the ache in his chest seem to strengthen.

“ Your cooking smells and tastes like shit!”

“ Oh? Well yours smell and taste like regret!”

At first the argument went playful until it got personal and now this, both of you didn't lower your pride resulting to a silent war. After sometime he gave up and went to your place, holding a bouquet of white roses, your favorite he rang the doorbell three times. And when you opened the door his gaze softened.

“ Hey, baby. I'm sorry, I didn't mean my words...I'm really sorry....I was wrong, your cooking didn't taste like regret or anything like that..” he spoke and hugged you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“ I can't stand being away from you... I'm sorry...” he mumbled against your neck.