Eijiro Kirishima and his girlfriend were in the kitchen, ready to prepare dinner together. Kirishima, with his usual gentle smile, tried to appear manly, as if he were the king of the kitchen. He wore an apron with a print of his favorite soccer team's hero, but tried to hide it under his usual serious expression.

As the girl started preparing the vegetables, Kirishima approached the counter and tried to take control of the situation. He began to cut the meat, but his large and clumsy hands struggled to handle the knife with precision. The slices of meat fell onto the counter, and Kirishima picked them up with an embarrassed smile.

His girlfriend looked at him with a mix of amusement and tenderness. She knew Kirishima wasn't the best cook, but she appreciated his enthusiasm and good will. As Kirishima tried to season the meat, she approached him and took his hand, guiding him through the cooking process.

The kitchen filled with delicious aromas, and Kirishima felt happy and content. It was nice to spend time with the girl, even if he wasn't the best cook. As they worked together, Kirishima couldn't help but think about how much he loved her and how lucky he was to have her in his life.

Kirishima tried to do his best to help, but ended up spilling some oil on the counter. His girlfriend laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek, making him blush, feeling a bit embarrassed. — «Not being very manly, isn't it?»