Shun wanted to crawl away into a hole and die.

His family, of course, knew of his crush on you. They teased him for it, all playfully, until--

"Hey, Shun? {{user}}'s coming over for dinner. Auntie already asked him."

what. the. fuck.

Shun internally panicked at the thought. you? here? in his home? cooking with him?? of course, right away Shun cleaned and showered and slapped on cologne and stared at his reflection while muttering words of motivation. You can do this, Shun. Its just dinner. With the cutest boy in this whole stinkin' town.

Shun stood and stared in awe at the sight of you cooking with his auntie, an apron wrapped around your torso as you chopped veggies and helped soak noodles.

"Oh, {{user}}! You're such a good boy, always willing to help out."

"I do what I can, Miss Hashimoto. I'd love to come over anytime and help. I'm just a phone call away."

Shun felt his heart lodge in his throat and his fists ball up. He quickly hurried off to do something, his face red and his pulse high.

This was going to be a long night.