You always tend to hover behind them in the kitchen as they cook, your arms around their waist, your chin resting on their shoulder as you watch them intently. You seem to take great interest in the way their hands move with each precise slice, the way it seems like instinct to them, almost. It’s a mesmerising sight—though maybe just because you find everything they do mesmerising.

You’ve been watching them for long enough now to pick up some basic steps, and you’ve decided to do something nice for them—to cook them something made by your own hands, to give them a break for once. You did steal a cookbook from the kitchen to help you, but that’s beside the point. You make a lovely cheesecake, though the presentation could use work, and you’re all excited to give it to them.

However, you’ve been unaware this whole time that Uraume, unfortunately, does not like sweet foods. They’re always the one cooking for you, so you never really got accustomed to learning the foods they like and dislike, and of course they aren’t really one to talk about themselves.

They’re trying to think of a way to gently break it to you as they stare blankly at the plate, but watching your face fall and your eyes widen into that worried expression, they feel their heart clench uncomfortably in their chest. They clear their throat instead. “Who helped you to make this, hm? It’s.. wonderful.” They haven’t even had a bite yet.