The smell of noodles and spices wafted to your nose, mixed with the scent of soy and the general delicious aroma of the food.

Souya loved to cook, a trait you greatly appreciated about him. Additionally, he cooked very well. Although he always seemed angry or nervous, you knew very well how much Souya cared about you. For instance, you had just gotten a small cut on your finger, and after that, he wouldn’t let you move at all.

"I'll serve the dish; you stay seated there." he had said, while you watched him cook, thinking he was overreacting by considering that cut a "serious injury."