i don't think he gets it yet but i want to keep trying and get to know him better ♥ he asked for a home cooked meal for his birthday so i want to give it my all! but i don't know how to cook...
It's been a while since she's met Yato, but she never knew that about him. Come to think of it, she barely knows anything about his past. And yet she invited him to her home, fed him... Well, it's not like he's a bad person. ]
:( fine my house this saturday at 10 father's working then, so don't worry ✨
[ His mother, or lack thereof, isn't really a sensitive topic in itself. He can't feel especially sad over someone he never knew. He'd much rather look forward to this Saturday. ]
[ Fast forward to Saturday. Yuuko waits for her father to leave the house, making sure she hears the hum and growl of his car as it zooms out—her cue to start preparing for her long-awaited cooking lesson. She even bought a frilly apron for herself in the hopes that it will help the lesson sink in! It's the first thing she reaches for the moment her father leaves.
But more than her excitement, there's that lurking fear. What if her father comes home earlier than he should? What if he sees Yato? And what should she say when he finds him then?
The doorbell rings, and she panics.
Thundering steps can be heard once more as she scrambles for the door. Flustered and hurried, she speaks in formal Japanese, ]
[ Yato stands at the door with an eyebrow raised. His Japanese is rusty, but he still understands it well enough to notice the utter formality of her speech. He replies in English. ]
Daddy's proper little princess, huh? Cute.
[ He briefly wonders why she thought he was her dad... Should he be worried about looking old... ]
[ The door is slammed on him. Another thought occurs to him. Is it Yato that looks old, or is it Yuuko's dad who's really good-looking--
Oh hi it's Yuuko again. She's clearly trying to erase what he just saw and heard, which only makes Yato want to lord it over her. He grins slyly and forms two finger guns, which he pokes at her in succession. ]
Too late, too late! I know Yuuko's secret double life!
i mean he's the one who asked if she could ride in his car but anyway ]
No! [ Yes. But since he brought Mikoto up, she's even more flustered, tugging on the hem and fidgeting. ] I just thought I should get in the mood. Food should be made with love, or something...
[ Too bad, Yato thinks. Mikoto would probably love the apron, the loser.
The chronicle of cute, off-beat Yuuko continues. Yato takes it as his cue to take charge. He snaps his fingers and points at her from on high in exaggerated commendation. ]
Correct! It's a cliche, but it's absolutely true! There's no point to home cooking if it isn't made with love.
[ He noses his way into her house and kicks off his shoes. Straight to the kitchen he goes. ]
[ Rude. Yuuko follows rather helplessly, hoping he doesn't set something on fire or worse, laugh at her baby pictures framed somewhere in the living room. ]
I can fry things... And I'm pretty good at making rolls!
[ She pouts, upset that she'd been judged so ruthlessly. ]
... Okay.
[ It's not her fault she's not good at anything but studying...
But he's here to help, and in a good mood, too. Is it because he teased her earlier? Or the food? For such a small fee, it's always been little strange for Yato to be so enthusiastic about the jobs she has for him. It's not like she hates it, though. With her father busy with work and her aunt living on the other side of the city, to Yuuko, Yato's been like... a guardian angel with a switchblade.
Well, she's kind of averse to religion, so she'll settle with "fairy godmother". ]
Where did you learn how cook, Yato? Did your father...?
[ The word comes down like a knife on a chopping block. It's harsher than intended, so he continues while laying out ingredients and tools to soften the edge. ]
There's always a demand for kitchen jobs. And cooks are always happy to teach, so it's easy to learn. Here, beat these eggs. It'll be your job to bread the meat. I'll walk you through it.
[ He holds out a pair of eggs and a bowl. Yuuko knows how to crack an egg at least... right... ]
[ Did she imagine that tone? It might be best not to dwell on it for now. She has a dish to make and lessons to learn! ]
Alright. [ She takes the eggs and the bowl.
Now what? Um, um.
God, she feels more than useless! Yato has so much life experience. Things such as cooking and cleaning are beyond her. She and her father usually have the maids do it... But they're not on duty right now. Ugh, whatever. All she has to do is crack a stupid egg. She's not that sheltered!
On the edge of the bowl, Yuuko taps an egg twice.
... That's weird. There should be a larger crack by now, right? She turns the egg around to try and force it open— ]
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and get to know him better ♥
he asked for a home cooked meal for his birthday so i want to give it my all!
but i don't know how to cook...
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What the hell, was it Mikoto's birthday? Oh well. This can be an assist gift from Yato, then... ]
Let's do it! (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑
Give me an idea of what you wanna make and we can dive right in.
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i was thinking katsudon? or a stew
something homey!
what does your mom cook for you?
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[ His dad cooked cutesy bullshit for him, but like hell is he planning to emulate his dad. ]
Katsudon sounds good. As payment, you're letting me eat the practice run. :9
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It's been a while since she's met Yato, but she never knew that about him. Come to think of it, she barely knows anything about his past. And yet she invited him to her home, fed him... Well, it's not like he's a bad person. ]
:( fine
my house this saturday at 10
father's working then, so don't worry ✨
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I'll pencil it in! (･ᴗ･̥̥̥)
Don't forget, okay?
[ Katsudon, katsudon~ ]
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But more than her excitement, there's that lurking fear. What if her father comes home earlier than he should? What if he sees Yato? And what should she say when he finds him then?
The doorbell rings, and she panics.
Thundering steps can be heard once more as she scrambles for the door. Flustered and hurried, she speaks in formal Japanese, ]
Father, is something the ma—
[ ...
That's not her dad. ]
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Daddy's proper little princess, huh? Cute.
[ He briefly wonders why she thought he was her dad... Should he be worried about looking old... ]
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My, my! I wonder if I should let this stray cat in.
[ Please just forget that ever happened. ]
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Oh hi it's Yuuko again. She's clearly trying to erase what he just saw and heard, which only makes Yato want to lord it over her. He grins slyly and forms two finger guns, which he pokes at her in succession. ]
Too late, too late! I know Yuuko's secret double life!
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She opens the door wide, revealing her frilly apron over her usual black dresses, and puts her hands on her hips with a huff. ]
Oh, knock it off! Father said I should speak in keigo, so it's a force of habit... Is something wrong with that?
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[ Now that he thinks about it, it's rare to see Yuuko so completely flustered about something. It really is kind of cute. ]
Nice apron! Are you wearing that for Mikoto later too?
[ wink wink
(don't get mikoto arrested either tho) ]
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i mean he's the one who asked if she could ride in his car but anyway ]
No! [ Yes. But since he brought Mikoto up, she's even more flustered, tugging on the hem and fidgeting. ] I just thought I should get in the mood. Food should be made with love, or something...
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The chronicle of cute, off-beat Yuuko continues. Yato takes it as his cue to take charge. He snaps his fingers and points at her from on high in exaggerated commendation. ]
Correct! It's a cliche, but it's absolutely true! There's no point to home cooking if it isn't made with love.
[ He noses his way into her house and kicks off his shoes. Straight to the kitchen he goes. ]
What's your level? Your cooking level, that is.
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I can fry things... And I'm pretty good at making rolls!
[ She says in that unfamiliar nervous tone. ]
... If the vegetables are pre-chopped.
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In other words, level 1. Well, have no fear! Master Chef Yato can boost you by five levels in one day, guaranteed!
[ He starts digging around for pans and ingredients. ]
I can take care of the chopping. Just follow my instructions closely.
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... Okay.
[ It's not her fault she's not good at anything but studying...
But he's here to help, and in a good mood, too. Is it because he teased her earlier? Or the food? For such a small fee, it's always been little strange for Yato to be so enthusiastic about the jobs she has for him. It's not like she hates it, though. With her father busy with work and her aunt living on the other side of the city, to Yuuko, Yato's been like... a guardian angel with a switchblade.
Well, she's kind of averse to religion, so she'll settle with "fairy godmother". ]
Where did you learn how cook, Yato? Did your father...?
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[ The word comes down like a knife on a chopping block. It's harsher than intended, so he continues while laying out ingredients and tools to soften the edge. ]
There's always a demand for kitchen jobs. And cooks are always happy to teach, so it's easy to learn. Here, beat these eggs. It'll be your job to bread the meat. I'll walk you through it.
[ He holds out a pair of eggs and a bowl. Yuuko knows how to crack an egg at least... right... ]
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Alright. [ She takes the eggs and the bowl.
Now what? Um, um.
God, she feels more than useless! Yato has so much life experience. Things such as cooking and cleaning are beyond her. She and her father usually have the maids do it... But they're not on duty right now. Ugh, whatever. All she has to do is crack a stupid egg. She's not that sheltered!
On the edge of the bowl, Yuuko taps an egg twice.
... That's weird. There should be a larger crack by now, right? She turns the egg around to try and force it open— ]
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goes the yolk on her face. ]
...
[ Honestly, she's more shocked than anything. ]
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gmail says this tag is 6 days old... i'm sorry, offers u all my 5* fire emblems
god please give me a mage or healer
take all my healers, omg
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