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Been thinking a lot lately about how Satoru doesn’t really cook.

Growing up the way he did, everyone was pulling from every direction, unloading immense responsibility on him because of the Six Eyes. So normalcy wasn’t in the cards for him.

From a young age, his schedule was packed from dusk to dawn with all kinds of tasks embedded on him. And so, dinner was simply a time of day for him more than anything else. He was served a mediocre dish, then he had to return to his responsibilities.

And then he moved to Tokyo, and was finally blessed with some newfound freedom. But he didn’t want to waste this spare time learning how to cook, especially when Jujutsu Tech served him perfectly okay meals three times a day. Who was he to not take advantage of such privilege?

Any interest of developing some culinary skills was also smothered by his insane sweet tooth. Something he’d picked up as a way to help him, quickly evolved into never ending munching — forget proper food.

Sadly for him, the number of responsibilities didn’t decrease as he entered adulthood — rather the opposite. And now, as he was technically a grown up, there was a lot less tolerance for nonsense. People expected things from him now.

Yet again, cooking dinner was deprioritised. He also didn’t see a reason to devote time to cook when it was so much easier to just have it delivered right on his doorstep. He had the means to support such an expensive luxury, so why not?

Sitting down by the dining table after a long day of duties, a warm meal welcoming him with delightful smells never even became something he missed, seeing as he didn’t know what it was he had sacrificed for choosing the easy path.

Then you came creeping into his life.

You in general, had been a surprise to say the least. After everything, pursuing anything romantic wasn’t something that had been on his list of priorities either. But once he met you, he couldn’t not try to make you his.

Everything escalated pretty quickly, and it was fairly early on that you decided you wanted to cook for him for the first time.

“I got some insane pasta cravings. You down for that tonight?” You had your phone resting between your shoulder and your cheek while you scanned the grocery isles for what you needed.

“Yeah, sounds good,” he answered on the other end of the line. “I’ll just have whatever you’re having.”

You couldn’t help but giggle a little at his comment, a tiny bit confused by what he meant. “Well, duh. I’m not making two separate pasta dishes.”

“Oh,” a moment of silence from your boyfriend as the reality set in. “Yeah, no, of course. Just habit I guess,” smearing on with his usual, charismatic voice to play off his little slip.

Because poor Satoru had only assumed you would be ordering in, since it was all he really knew. The concept of prepping and cooking a dish from scratch hadn’t even crossed his mind.

A few hours later, the same usual comfort that came from your company, welcomed him along with an assortment of the most delicious smells once he arrived at your apartment.

“Ah, perfect timing,” you smiled, rushing to give him a small peck on the lips when he joined you in the kitchen before quickly hopping back to putting the finishing touches on dinner.

A small sensation of worry filled you, because this was the first time you had witnessed Satoru completely silent. Taking the time to turn your head over your shoulder to make sure he was alright, you saw his eyes just taking in the scenery of the set table and the somewhat messy kitchen.

“Just take a seat, Satoru,” you chuckled nervously, nodding in the direction of what had become his designated chair. “It’s almost ready.”

You saw a weak nod before he slowly shuffled over to the table and sat down. He swallowed the small lump in his throat when you put the casserole on the table in front of him.

“Dinner is served. But it’s hot, so just, be careful.”

When he didn’t move a muscle, you tried to act as if things were normal and served yourself first, hoping he would eventually tell you whatever it was that had gotten into him.

“Satoru?”

Your soft voice of concern snapped him back to reality, his familiar smile finding its way back to his expression — though he wasn’t truly himself quite yet.

“Looks absolutely delicious!” He gushed and finally filled his plate.

You continued to eye him with some suspicion as he started to dig in. Something you couldn’t put your finger on, washed over him when he took the first bite. Then another, and another, and another — then he was suddenly ogling you with the widest eyes you could remember seeing on him.

“This might be the best thing I’ve ever eaten!”

You pursed your lips to choke back the exaggerated laugh that was about to burst out at his statement, that you were convinced had to be a lie.

“Is that so?” You teased, carefully stepping deeper into the topic to see if he was actually being truthful.

“Babe, this-“ he cut himself off, awe overtaking him. “Where did you learn this?”

You shrugged casually. “I’ve just picked up a few things over the years, I guess.”

“What else can you make?”

“Uhm, I don’t know,” you stuttered, a little taken aback by his surprising enthusiasm to what you considered to just be a simple pasta dish. “Several things.”

“Could you please cook for me tomorrow? And whenever you have the time?”

“Of course,” you smiled, shoulders resting when he now seemed to be totally fine, finishing his first portion only to take yet another huge serving.

Because to Satoru, it was more than just dinner.

Dinner and eating had always just been yet another task he did simply because he knew he had to eat. Never had there been any deeper meaning to it — but you showed him it could definitely be more.

To him, it also became a sign of devotion. You were willing to put in the time and the work to make him something nice, then you would get to enjoy it together. No one had really done that for him before.

Finally it was Satoru's turn to enjoy the domesticity of something as mundane as a home cooked dinner.

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[3:23 pm]

This was so awkward. It really shouldn’t be, you and Sungchan had been together for a couple of months now, but this was your first time visiting his home. You were comfortable around Sungchan, of course, but being in his home felt very intimate. Like you were going to discover he had some weird habit he had hidden or he would immediately hate you as soon as you stepped over the threshold. 

You heard quick footsteps coming towards the front door and a heavy thump before a smiley and out of breath Sungchan opened the door, “Come in, come in!”

You followed him in, taking off your shoes at the door before following him as he gave you a tour of the house.

“And finally, my room. I made sure it was super clean and my sheets are washed. We can watch a movie or something in here if you want,” Sungchan suggested.

You nodded halfheartedly, barely hearing what he said as your eyes roamed the room. He had shelves up with pictures and trophies. He had a plant on his windowsill and a desk in the far corner with his computer. The room screamed Sungchan, every little detail suited him perfectly and his room was a great reflection of him

You smiled and reached for a picture frame on his bedside table, it was a candid picture one of your mutual friends has taken of you a couple months back. Sungchan had spontaneously dipped you back which made you laugh as the picture was being taken. It was blurry and you could barely see your faces but it perfectly captured the happiness and fun in your relationship.

You set the picture back on his bedside table and were thrown back almost immediately. Sungchan was laying on top of you nuzzling his head on you stomach while he laughed like tackling you into his bed was the most fun thing he had ever done.

You moved back to get comfortable on his pillows while Sungchan got comfortable on you as he clicked around on the tv to find something to watch.

You adjusted your neck, placing your head in different places, but something was throwing you off. “There’s something lumpy up here.”

You reached a hand under the pillows to dig around until you find something soft but odd shaped. When it came into view your eyes fell upon a faded and worn out but familiar looking stuffed panda bear. “Is this what I think it is?” You wondered out loud.

He avoided your gaze, opting to keep his eyes locked on the screen instead, but you didn’t miss the way his ears turned red. With one hand you played with his hair and held the stuffed animal with the other. It was a purple and white panda bear, no taller than your forearm, and an orange necktie. There were areas on the cheap velvet where the soft material had gone missing. 

The bear had been a souvenir from your second official date with Sungchan, after multiple rounds of darts and many dollars, the prize had been won. However, since Sungchan had already won a bear half his size, you figured the smaller bear could be his prize for his hard work. You remember how his eyes had widened and his face flushed as he thanked you shyly for the bear. 

“Didn’t know you kept it all this time…” You trailed off.

“Of course I did, it’s the first gift you ever gave me- even if I did win and pay for it myself.”

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A/N: This is SOOOOOOO bad and I’m sorry (◕︵◕) I couldn’t find the inspo to write this one