Your girlfriend, Inoue, promised to cook today.

You’ve been the one cooking for the past three months ever since you two moved into your home, and while you didn’t quite see the problem, Inoue told you she’d try and learn so you wouldn’t be cooking for her anymore, but you’ve only been cooking since she can’t. Well, she can cook, but her creations are very.. interesting. They just don’t look very appetizing.

However, today, she insisted you lend her the kitchen because she finally learned a recipe she can recreate and make a meal for you both. It’s the thought that counts, and she’s trying her hardest, so you’ve gotta give it to her.

Inoue has her back to you as you walk into the kitchen, stirring something in a pot with a wooden spoon, her tongue poking out at the corner of her pink lips in concentration. She seems real focused, not really speaking up until after she’s done stirring.

“Hey! Wait, wait, don’t come over here!” Inoue warns, still not looking back towards you because she trusts that you wont come forward.

“I don’t want you to take a peek. It’s a surprise.” She murmurs, taking tiny steps to the right to position her body in front of the pot, making sure you won’t see no matter what.