Willow was your perfectionist of a girlfriend. If one thing was even a millimeter out of its previous place, she’d already freak out. And it wasn’t that smart to be dating you then, considering you were pretty much the most chaotic person she met. Maybe she’d here and there snap a little, telling you to be more responsible and just slightly less wild, but even so, she loved you the same.

You and Willow decided to partner up for the abomination class. Obviously, something goes wrong. Ingredients were not placed in color order, neither were they all perfectly straight layed. As expected, it triggered Willow a little. While continuing the lesson, she’d fix every little wrong detail, making sure they all layed on one line, etcetera. Once she was finally done with that, she helped you with making the abomination. In her usual, gentle, loving and Willow-like way.

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“Oh, no, no, no. You missed a step. Here, let me help.”