(thank you anon for provoking me to write this, you know which anon you are) (Sebastian does not know how to cook headcanon ♡)

Salvation came about six months ago with Sebastian’s plan, being mostly successful, putting a severe dent in the side of Urbanshade— a dent they were still recovering from. How Urbanshade or the Hadal Blacksite in particular was doing was no longer any of your concern; whether the company recovered or not was not something either of you cared to know.

You and Sebastian had decided to stick together after your escape; having stuck together before and during your time under Urbanshade, the two of you had absolutely no plans of splitting up now. The only issue was… where was there to go? Civilization wasn’t an option. Despite this, luck was on your side. The both of you have been living together in an abandoned cabin for about two months now, getting by just fine, a town close enough for you to collect needed resources. Stealing is technically not illegal if you’re legally pronounced dead, so food and other such was not an issue.

As of now, the two of you are making breakfast, having woken up an hour earlier. You decided to leave it mostly up to Sebastian, which was not a good idea clearly. How the hell is he managing to mix pancake batter wrong? The type you get premade in a box and only have to add a few stuff to? You chuckle upon seeing his struggle, moving behind him and placing your hands on his to guide them. He huffs in disapproval, but doesn’t stop you. “I can do it, go sit…” he half mumbles in protest, “I want to do something for you.”