Hmm..No reviews so far *sigh* Oh, well I'll just continue posting this collection...(crap...?) until someone does, I supposed.

I dont like how I ended this and yet I dont hate it..Hmm, let's just say I'm mildly impressed. Yeah, that will suffice.

R—Reborn

Reborn smiles happily as he watches you grit your teeth and stare at the plate of (food…?) black ash in front of you. Reborn already knew that you couldn't cook. You made it clear to him the day you tried to cook him pasta. So he wasn't really expecting anything amazing when it comes to you and food.

And as always his prediction was met.

You decided one evening that you wanted to cook him some dinner. He, of course, being the gentlemen that he is decided to let you be (but kept his eye on the kitchen just in case). When he suddenly heard multiple crashes and glasses breaking, though, he decided that he should check in and see if you were okay.

And this was what that greeted him. You, in an apron, standing in front of the (food…?) black ash as a string of Italian curses came out of your mouth.

Reborn chuckles and walks over to you.

"Cursing at the food won't help amore."

You were so focused on cursing at the atrocity in front of you that you didn't even hear Reborn walking towards you until he spoke. You whip your head towards him and look up at him confusingly.

Reborn's eyes widen a tad bit.

"Are you crying?"

And as per usual you weren't able to notice that in fact a few tears had fallen until Reborn had actually pointed it out. You look away as you rub your eyes furiously to stop the onslaught of tears.

"I-I'm not. I-It's t-the onions!"

Reborn frowns and looks over the table to note that of all of your ingredients laid in front of you, none of them were onions.

Reborn walks towards you as he pulls you into his arms and hugs you. He kisses the top of your head, and then your forehead, and then, your nose, finally ending with a kiss on your lips.

"You don't have to cook tonight."

"But—"

He stops you by pressing a finger on your lips and he tilts your head up to met his loving gaze directed at you as he wipes away a fallen tear.

"There are just some things that you can't do amore. I know that. You're not perfect and I accept that."

"You seem to be."

He chuckles and sweeps away the bangs that covered your forehead.

"I'm just good at acting like one. Now come. We'll make dinner together. How does that sound?"

You pout.

"You don't have to treat me like a child Reborn. I'm a grown woman."

He chuckles and leads you towards the chopping board.

"But of course."

As you start to chop vegetables and Reborn throwing away the black abomination that you created. You couldn't help but smile and give him a long loving glance.

You shake your head and snapped yourself out of your reverie and went back to chopping the vegetables.

Reborn smiles and gives you a loving glance

Despite being a hitman, Reborn will always be in love with you no matter what you did.

Always.