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=Misaki's POV=
"Flip it," he repeated for the 5th time.
"How?" I asked with frustration. He had been muttering the same instructions for the last 5 minutes without actually telling me how to do it.
"Push the pan forward while lifting it a bit then pull it back to catch the flipped egg," he said calmly.
I couldn't see how he could be this calm about me cooking. Even if it was just an egg. Really, the egg was now practically burning, and if I didn't flip this thing soon, I think I was going to set the whole building on fire.
I tried what he told me to do.
"Push the pan forward while lifting it a bit," I muttered while doing so. The flat egg flew upwards while flipping itself. "And pull it back to catch the egg," I did and the results were…
Actually better than I thought, if I may say so myself.
Usui leaned back and exhaled.
"What are you so worried about?" I asked him while putting the pan down on the stove again, letting the other side cook.
"Nothing," he said quickly.
"Sheesh, don't you underestimate me, idiot," I turned off the stove and placed the egg on the eye-shaped rice I cooked and shaped earlier.
"Now that you have the omelet rice ready, why don't you put the side-salad you prepared previously? For the color and decorations," he suggested while wheeling himself towards the fridge and took out a bowl of fresh vegetables.
"Ugh," I sighed.
I had never been a good decorator, and now he expects me to decorate a dish? Was he mad? I had no designer skills, nor did I have any knowledge for art, so why was he asking me to do this?
"What's the matter?" He asked while handing me the bowl of green lettuces, red cherry tomatoes and chopped red cabbages.
"I'm not good at decorating stuff," I sighed while taking the bowl from him and randomly mixing the contents up.
"You're doing it right," he smiled.
"Doing what right?" I cocked an eyebrow and eyed him.
"We mix the vegetables first before we put it on the plate. We wouldn't want the veggies to look too organized," he nodded. "You're getting good at this, Ayuzawa."
My cheeks heat up a little.
"So now put it on the plate beside the omelet?" I asked, my hands still dancing with the colorful plants.
"Yes."
I picked up a handful of the mixed vegetables and dropped them messily all over the empty half of the plate.
"Like that?" I looked towards him.
"That actually turned out better than I thought," he said.
"I may be bad at cooking, but I can at least throw some random vegetables!" I shouted.
He laughed for a while before proceeding, "Just kidding, Pres. Your cooking is amazing."
My cheeks heat up even more.
It was not often that people compliment me of my cooking. Well, maybe because I never cook before – with the exception of the time I cooked for Usui, that is. But still, I get really embarrassed when someone does. Compliment me for my cooking, I mean.
"Come on, let's see if it tastes as amazing as it looks or not," Usui wheeled himself – using his bandaged arms – out.
I grabbed the omelet, a fork and a spoon and a bottle of tomato ketchup.
"Misa-chan," Usui suddenly said in a cheeky voice.
"What?" I answered as I placed the omelet on the table across the couch and Usui.
"Can you serve me like a master in maid latte? Since I wasn't able to go there today."
"Wha-"
"Please?" He gave me another puppy dog face.
'Don't… Fall… For it…' I thought.
"N-no," I blurted out.
His puppy dog face deepened.
"Fine!" I shouted.
He smiled, making me blush even harder.
"S-sorry for the wait, m-master," I said groggily. It was weird saying that sentence out of the café. It was like I couldn't remember how to say it outside of the shop. "H-here's your moe moe omelet rice. What do you want me to write on it using the ketchup?"
"What about 'I love you Usui, from Misaki'?" he said, smiling annoyingly as he did.
"Sorry master," I gritted my teeth while my clenching my fist, trying my best to keep a smile on my face, "but the omelet is too small for that much words."
"Aww boo. Then what about 'Misaki loves Usui'? Is the omelet big enough for that?"
He was freaking annoying.
"I'm sorry master," I thought my teeth were going to crack then, "but we're not allowed to write our names on it."
That, of course, was a lie. We may write anything on it, just not bad or inappropriate words.
"Really? Too bad then. Hmm, just write an adjective that describes me then," he smirked, thinking that he was going to make me write 'Love' or something like that.
He was wrong. Dead wrong.
"Understood, master," I bended down and wrote the words I was thinking about.
He immediately pouted once he saw what I wrote.
"Enjoy your meal, master," I bowed and left to the kitchen to put the tomato ketchup.
"Really Ayuzawa? 'Annoyingly idiotic'? I was thinking about 'Lovely' or 'Romantic'. What a disappointment," he pouted from behind.
"I'm sorry master, I was just writing down my true thoughts," I shouted from the kitchen while placing down the bottle of ketchup and washed my hands.
I went out and sat on the couch, watching as Usui ate the omelet with delight painted all over his face.
"This is really good, Ayuzawa. Are you sure you don't want to taste it?" He asked while placing another spoonful of omelet rice.
"Nah," I yawned while stretching my hands. "I'll skip."
Ahhh, after a long day of working, it really was a blessing to sit on such comfortable couch. All the soar parts in my body relaxed.
I lied down on my side and closed my eyes. All the reasons slipping away from me as I forgot where I was and fell into deep slumber.
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