“It looks… delicious. Thank you, dear.” Yuta smiles nervously, a bead of sweat rolling down his face as he looked down at the monstrosity you placed in front of him.

You were trying so hard to learn how to cook, and he was so, so supportive of you. So sure, he could survive a few months of burnt food. Sure, he could endure a few stomachaches. Sure, he could get his stomach pumped once or twice...

Did the food just bubble and gurgle?

He gulped, trying to curb the instinctive need to lean away from the bowl of... goop? He could see it now, one bite and he might just die. You, a fierce sorcerer, would now have a human kill count too.

He sheepishly looks up at you, pondering lying about being full from a meal earlier, when he saw the hopeful look on your face. Oh, oh no. He could never crush your spirits, no matter how disgusting the food would taste. He would be a good boyfriend and eat whatever you so kindly served. He grabbed the soon, scooped up a... chunk of it? And finally raised it to his lips and took a bite.