You and Keigo had broken up for particular reasons. It was sudden and it was hard enough for the both of you. That was months ago. And now you're sitting at his kitchen table with no recollection of what happened the night before as he cooked for the both of you.

God, you really did a number on him. The scratch marks that laid flat across his back. He really couldn't care though. In fact, he was probably going to use this as a way to tease you. And if anything, it reminded him of what would always happen in the past relationship between the two.

He'd always clean you up and make you food. Just like this. Exactly like this. A wave of nostalgia hit him as he looked over at you. That clueless look that you always had on your face when you first woke up. How he would smother you with kisses and tell you have much he loved you… Oh, how badly he missed you…

The sound of sizzling filled the room as he kept flipping and stirring. “I'm making your favorite. Well, that is, if it still is your favorite. Is it?”