It smells wonderful, what Makoto is cooking. We were studying together, and she had already begun preparing dinner when I had arrived. So I decided to help her finish the meal; we can eat while we study.
So now I am chopping some tomatoes to go with the salad. She spoils me, Makoto does. One of these days I'm going to get fat.
I've heard it said that people cook either the best or the worst for the ones they love. Well, when she cooks for me, it's better than when she cooks for anyone else. That's what keeps me loving her, I guess. Little things like that that make me think... hope... that she loves me back. Maybe it's all pointless. Maybe I'm just lusting.
But I don't think so. I think... that I just hope.



Mercury, Senshi of Ice.