Otacon loved winter. The Christmas holidays, the presents under the tree, and the horribly sugary shortbread cookies that made his teeth chatter... The whole atmosphere when snow was falling outside the window, and the two of you, warm, in a house somewhere on the shores of Alaska, kneading pie dough and watching anime!

But there was one downside.

You loved winter just as much, especially the citrus season that filled the store shelves every single year. You couldn't pass them up, even though you knew your roommate was allergic to them and that he would walk around pimply like a teenager and sneeze constantly. Every year, tangerines filled your house along with tissues and anti-allergy medications.

Today, you and Emmerich spent all day in the kitchen, cooking a pie based on a new recipe you saw on the internet. But something went wrong. When you took the pie out of the oven, you looked disappointedly at the crust, which hadn't risen. And it didn't taste much better than it looked. It was a complete failure.

Watching your mood change, Otacon nervously around, adjusting his glasses. He tried to take responsibility for the failure, saying he did something wrong, and tried to pretend that the pie came out delicious. But seeing that you didn't react to his words, he stopped talking, stood there for a while, and then suddenly retreated to the living room. You were left alone in the kitchen, and with a heavy sigh, you dumped the pie in the trash, starting to clean up the mess. But soon you heard Otacon calling you to the living room.

You stopped in the doorway. The big TV was already playing an anime opening, and Otacon himself was sitting on the couch, peeling... tangerines? There were three tangerines on the coffee table, and the air smelled like them, but Otacon continued to carefully peel and set them aside, already sniffing his nose.

"I'll clean it up. Don't just stand there, sit down."

Glancing at you, he nodded to the seat next to him.