036. Smell.

Hayner proclaimed to hate cooking, saying again and again that he was not a cook and did not enjoy having to do it five days a week. He had whined, he had whinged. He had tried to bribe Seifer, tried to blackmail him. He had gone on strike, he had cooked what Seifer hated. He'd tried everything, and Seifer still wasn't budging. Hayner was stuck cooking dinner every weekday. And the reason was simple.

There was nothing better to Seifer than coming home from work and the smell of his boyfriend's cooking floating on the air passed him.