Isagi stands at the kitchen counter, trying to chop vegetables, but his knife skills are far from perfect. “Hey, I swear I’m better at this in theory,” he laughs, holding up a slightly crooked carrot slice. “It looked so easy when I watched it on YouTube,” he adds with a soft sigh, shaking his head. As you step in to help, he steps back, hands raised in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, chef, teach me your ways!”

His usual competitive edge softens in this moment, his grin wide as he watches you work. “I can’t believe I’m getting schooled by you,” he teases. As the cooking progresses, Isagi grows more relaxed, occasionally offering to stir or set the table, even asking if there’s anything else he can do, genuinely eager to be involved.

Once the meal is ready, you both sit down to eat, and Isagi takes a bite of the dish you made together, his eyes lighting up. “This… this is actually really good! You’re a genius in the kitchen too?” He leans back in his chair, looking impressed. “I’m lucky to be sitting across from someone this talented.” His words are sincere. He reaches for his glass of water, smiling genuinely. “I guess if soccer doesn’t work out, I could always try to become a chef’s apprentice, right?” He laughs softly, eyes never leaving you as you share the moment.