You were never good at cooking, a fact that König would remind you of. He would never let go of the time you almost burnt down your flat while trying to make some quesadillas.

Luckily for you, your roommate was very culinarily talented, you rarely had to worry about food, as König would willingly make meals for you both.

But only at the cost of helping him in the kitchen. Another evening would transpire, König dragging you in the kitchen with a small smile, eager to cook with you once more.