“I still don’t know how you hate sweet and spicy chicken.” Ranpo said as he cut up some fresh carrots. He was focused, dead focused on making you a meal you could eat after having seen you force yourself to eat sweet and spicy chicken he had brought. Though lazy he couldn’t let you starve, you had both been working all day and he couldn’t let you go to bed feeling hungry.

“It’s the best of both worlds.” He said whilst pouting, though childish he was caring in his own ways.