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Jean yawned wearily as he paced through the hallway of the apartment, scratching his belly and rubbing his eyes. He had never been very much of a morning person, as it tended to take him a while to fully wake up in the morning. It didn't help that for the past couple of weeks he had been swamped with shifts from his part time job. Finally, able to catch up on some much-needed sleep which he took full advantage of.

He had worked so many nights shifts lately, he had been relying on coffee and energy drinks in order to get through his shifts. Though he had a high stamina level, that could only work for so long until his body gave up on him. The energy drinks helped reboot his energy so he could finish his work then return home to get the much needed rest he deserved. It didn't help that his boss was a perfectionist as well as a short tempered beast that you did not want to get on the wrong side of.

However, that was all paying off now. He didn't have to return to work for a whole two weeks, able to enjoy lazy mornings. All of his hard work, taking crap from customers and coming home aching and fed up was all worth it. He had plenty of plans of what to do with his time off, that would allow him to make plenty of fun memories in that time. Just being able to have fun and chill out, without a care in the world.

But what made him happiest of all was that he could share this time off with his beloved girlfriend. He could now bond with Mikasa and make up for all the time she had been neglected while he had been busy working, taking it easy and spending time with the girl he loved. They were college students as well as part time workers which wasn't easy to balance. Luckily they were both mature and understanding people, but it could be very stressful and frustrating when trying to make plans. But they wouldn't have to worry about that for a while.

He fully planned to make up for all the time they had been apart, not wanting to waste a moment. How he had missed her, that sweet smile, her gentle eyes, cuddling her as they slept. Waking up to her beautiful face, pillow talk in the morning. Kissing her good morning or goodbye. Just being around her in general had made him realize he had been lonelier than he thought possible. Relationships weren't easy when you were a young, but they made it work and that was what mattered. Communicating and talking about their problems.

Being able to see her that didn't involve sliding into bed with her late at night or through text or phone call was also a bonus. Thank god for technology as it really did help in this situation. Being able to contact one another whenever they were apart, late night video calls even when they were tired were a personal favourite. Because it made things even more romantic. Just being able to see one another's faces or hear their voice was enough sometimes.

"Bonjour Mikasa" he greeted sleepily. Walking into the kitchen in his black bed shorts, given they had been dating for over a year they were comfortable with one another being naked or barely clothed. After a while shyness peeled away and you just got used to showing off your body. They pretty much acted like a typical married couple that their mutual friends would tease them about it, but to them it was just a natural thing. All that mattered was that they were happy.

"Ohayogozaimasu, Jean" she replied fondly, turning to face her sleepy boyfriend. Her own messy bed-hair framing her face, her black eyes shining with a gentle light he had come to love so much. She was the light of his life and had been the one good thing to ever happen to him that he was always grateful for. She had always been more of an early bird while he was not so much. But she never really let that bother her, they were just different is all.

She was more of an organized person and liked to keep herself busy, but she always made time for the people she loved. Jean was more of a person who lived in the moment but was good at making plans and keeping a schedule as to not overwhelm himself. But they were able to learn from each other because of this, he taught her to take things easy sometimes and look after herself. She taught him to put things in priority and know when to say no to a situation, helping them balance their lives.

Mikasa often spoke in both Japanese and German dialect due to having been raised by her German uncle and took Japanese lessons to learn more about that side of her culture. Her mother taught her some Japanese but due to her death she could never continue. So Mikasa took it upon herself to take classes in order to further educate herself. Being proud and both curious of both sides of the cultures that made up her nationality and identity.

As he got closer into the kitchen, Jean sniffed the air curiously. She was cooking something he was not used to, not the familiar scent of their usual breakfast. A lot fancier given the cutlery on the table and it smelled amazing. Wondering just what she had been cooking while he was off in dreamland. He approached the table curiously, pulling up a chair and investigating in hopes of getting a clue. Eager to try whatever Mikasa had been making.

"So, what's cooking, good looking?" Jean replied playfully to which she pretended to hit him with her utensil. Having missed their playful and childish moments, being able to mess around doing stupid things. Remembering how lucky he was to have her in his life and having built the relationship they now shared. They had come a long way since his days of being a lovesick puppy while she was a quiet, obsessive older sister to Eren. Having grown up a lot since then.

Mikasa smiled, wearing her usual yellow apron and white bed shirt. "I've been taking cooking lessons lately. So, I've decided to try a Japanese breakfast for a change of pace, just to see what it's like" she explained nervously. It was a large part of her family culture after all. She admittedly had to look up the recipes online but she planned on buying a proper cookbook in the future and learn slowly from there. But everyone had to start somewhere, mistakes had to be made before you could perfect something.

Jean perked up, his eyes lighting up a little. Both excited and curious to taste whatever she had made. Mikasa was a very talented cook and he had never tried authentic Japanese cuisine before "Great, so what did you make babe?". He was starving and until now he had been living off quick breakfast meals and instant food or store bento boxes until now. They were quick easy and helped when you had to work a long shift, didn't take too much hassle to prepare.

Mikasa turned slowly and pointed to every object on the table before him. "Green tea, boiled rice, miso soup, fried pork with ginger and sesame seeds, toast with a soft fried egg and seaweed salad" she explained as she gestured to every meal. She had followed the recipes exactly, so she hoped they tasted ok. After finishing up, she removed her apron and sat opposite him at the table contently. She had been really worried about screwing up somehow, but things went smoother than she expected. Feeling very proud of what she had made for a first attempt.

"Merci pour la nourriture" Jean replied fondly. His stomach was gurgling eagerly as the scent of the food wafted up his nose. It really looked delicious and he had to say, he was pleasantly surprised as the change in their usual meals. But his mother had taught him to be grateful for every meal that came his way, as you never knew where life could take you. So before they ate, they always made a gesture to show appreciation for the food they ate.

Surprisingly, Mikasa learned about greetings that were made in Asian culture when it came to food and drink. Trying to pick up as many as she could through research, as well as to get into more communities online in the Asian community. Which they both started to adopt into their every day lives as it just made things a little more cheerful. "Tabemashou" Mikasa replied shyly. She really hoped it tasted as good as it looked. She worked really hard on this meal to surprise Jean, as well as to introduce a little bit of Japanese culture into their lives.

Jean took a bite of pork hesitantly, as it hit his tongue an explosion of flavours danced inside of his mouth. His eyes widening in surprise, the pork was so tender, well-seasoned and tasted great. Then eagerly helped himself to the other side dishes, wanting to taste everything else. He tried not to make a mess but his mouth watered with every bite of food that he took. Better than the instant meals he had eaten up until now, oh how had missed a home cooked meal.

Mikasa smiled, able to tell instantly that Jean approved of her cooking. The way to a man's heart was through his stomach, at least in this case. Relieved to know all her hard work had paid off in the end. The situation feeling like they were a married couple. She shifted shyly, her cheeks dusting a light pink "Maybe we could take turns in cooking, hmm?" she asked hopefully. It would certainly make things more interesting in the future. One day German food, the next French, then Japanese; mixing it up a little sounded fun.

Jean perked up, nodding enthusiastically. This was the best thing he had ever eaten next to his mothers homemade cooking. It seemed there were very few things Mikasa wasn't talented at. But he would happily be her test taster for anything she made in the future. He hoped that every day of his time off work started like this, sitting in the kitchen table, a home cooked meal and being able to share it with his girlfriend. How could anything be better?

The two then continued to enjoy their meal, a content aura of joy surrounding them. The two occasionally feeding or teasing one another from across the table. A peaceful feeling washing over the two teens, being glad they could finally have some peace and quiet away from the stresses of their daily lives. Just being alone in the comfort of their own home.

Merci pour la nourriture-Thank you for the food

Tabemashou-Lets eat