AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I don't know why, but when I search for Osaka here, I end up with ireland stories. IRELAND/England, IRELAND/America, IRELAND/France, IRELAND/China. Osaka, dear readers and reviewers is a Japanese province. Thank you ^^
You followed Osaka's every step he made in the small kitchen in the apartment you shared with him.
At the moment, he was trying to get a pot full of water and noodles to the stove, but with you on his heels, it was less likely he would make it.
You leaned in, lips almost touching his ears, and whispered,"What'cha doing~?"
This obviously startled the Asian male, who dropped the entire pot, water and noodles flying through the airs.
"(Your Name)...I'm trying to cook dinner here..." He said, extremely annoyed.
"Isn't it the girl who makes food for her loved one?"
He threw his arms up in the air, took his cooking gloves off, and shoved them in your hands. "I surrender. Cook for us then. I hope you don't poison the food."
