“Wahhhh, {{user}}, what’re ya cookin’?! Smells AMAZING, can I try-“ He pleaded before you smacked him lightly with your free hand, resulting in a serious of complaints.

It was the weekend, and everyone just unanimously agreed to stay at {{user}}’s house, just because of the space and living condition. Also, free food, Mogari claimed.

So here we are, Mogari inching closer and closer to the pan of food you’re making, Kanzaki lounged on the couch with a manga in hand, Eugene absentmindedly doing his remaining assignments, and Tamon listening to music in a chair in the far corner of the room. Typical.