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Just another quick little short for everyone! I'm afraid I went a little out of character this time so please let me know how I did.

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Home Cooking.

"Sigh..."

"What is it, Makoto?"

A depressive sigh came out through the lips of the Super High School Level Hope, Naegi Makoto. His girlfriend, Kirigiri Kyouko, was sitting on the one couch in their living room and followed up with a question of concern. They had just moved into a cozy apartment together, so there wasn't much furniture around their home.

"Nothing… I just don't understand what this means." He held in his hand the Super High School Level Cookbook, filled with marvelous recipes and instructions on how to stir up the greatest dishes. They planned on making dinner together for their first time, but neither of them had any idea of what to make. Kirigiri stood up and walked over to Naegi. The soft clicking of her heels on the floor gave off a warm, friendly sensation for Naegi.

"Here, look. What does 'sauté' mean?" He handed the massive cookbook over to his woman with some slight frustration visible in his movement. Kirigiri smiled and leaned over his back, placing her hands over his. There was never anything she couldn't figure out. Until…

Kirigiri frowned.

"…I don't know what this means Makoto."

"Oh man… I've never really cooked before at home with my parents. Did you ever cook your own meals, Kirigiri-san?" Naegi pondered, looking over at Kirigiri. His stare intensified as he scanned her; she was wearing a celadon cropped tee over a white tank top and a pair of comfortable looking peppered sweatpants. Her silky lavender hair fell over her shoulders as she leaned on top of him. Naegi's eyes wandered over to Kirigiri's and a bit of shock fell onto his face.

She stared straight into Naegi's eyes with a frown.

"Kyouko." She demanded.

"K-Kyouko…" The two have been going out for over a year and Naegi still hasn't broken out of the habit of calling her by her last name. He snapped back into the moment and brought his attention back to the issue.

Smiling, she replied,

"No, I never really cooked. Meals were usually brought to me."

"Oh, I see. So that makes two of us then." Naegi nodded to himself.

"Wait, then what about dinner?!" Panic ensued.

"We can always try it. You have the ingredients already, don't you?" Kirigiri looked over at Naegi with a burning passion in her eyes.

"Y-Yeah… let's do it then."

The two moved over to the kitchen and got the ingredients together. They had some mixed vegetables and fruits for a salad, and the ingredients for their main course.

"Where do we start?" Naegi asked.

"I'll make the salad and you can get started on…" Kirigiri stopped and walked over to the cookbook.

"Sea-son-ing. You can season the food. I have no idea what that means, good luck Makoto." Kirigiri let out a chuckle as she turned on the stove, placing a frying pan on top. Shrugging, Naegi decided that he'd start with steaming the rice, as they'd probably need some to go with their dish.

Kirigiri went to the fridge and brought out some ingredients to make a ranch flavoured dressing for their salad. Lettuce, tomatoes, croutons and everything else the book said was needed had been retrieved. The couple was busy away at making their first home dinner together.

"Add… and then stir? With what?" Kirigiri, keeping her calm composure walked over to the drawers and scanned their inventory.

"Um… it'd make sense to stir with a fork of some sort, wouldn't it? I think I heard from somewhere that the spaces help mix stuff up… together." Naegi was slightly hesitant in declaring his solution.

Kirigiri looked up over at him and smiled.

"Right."

A couple of more minutes had passed and Kirigiri's dressing was complete. She looked over at her man, watching as he was clearly flustered and had no idea in what he was doing.

"Makoto, can you come try this out for me?" She gave him a gesture as if she was calling him over. Naegi dropped his utensils, and made his way towards Kirigiri. As he was about to open his mouth to say something, Kirigiri took her finger and smeared dressing onto Naegi's right cheek.

"K-Kyouko?!" He stumbled and fell onto his chair holding his face in agony. Kirigiri chuckled as she jumped onto him, smearing more dressing on his face.

"I-I can't hold on." Exaggerating every syllable, Naegi closed his eyes and gasped with an expression of pain. He grabbed onto Kirigiri's arm and began to softly speak.

"G-Goodbye, Kyouko. I always l-…." Naegi let out a cry as he rolled over onto the floor, screaming in a very long, sarcastic tone. He grabbed his chest and looked straight into Kirigiri's eyes. A large smile still across her face, Kirigiri leaned in and pushed her lips against Naegi's. They both slowly shut their eyes as they sank into the moment. Kirigiri's eyes fluttered open and as they gracefully moved apart from each other.

"You're so silly, Makoto."

"Hey. What about dinner?" Naegi took his finger and wiped some of the dressing off of his face. He licked his finger, only for his body to completely stop. His taste buds cringed along with his body.

"K-Kyouko… what did you put in the dressing?" Naegi asked, grabbing a nearby cup of water.

"Everything the book told me to. Salt, sugar, milk, chicken, bacon, tomatoes, bread…" She went on listing everything that the ENTIRE meal consisted of. Naegi's jaw fell slightly open as the list grew. He couldn't help but stop her.

"I think you put in a bit too much of everything… You were only supposed to use what the book told you to use specifically for the dressing." There was still a lingering taste of everything in his mouth. It wasn't horrid, but more of a confusing mixture of clashing tastes.

"I-I don't think we can use this tonight Kyouko." He chugged a large cup of water, trying to wash the taste down.

"Why? I don't see any problem with it. Isn't it easier if we just put everything into one dish anyway? That way we wouldn't have to eat so many things for dinner and we'd get all the nutrients we need." Kirigiri looked over at Naegi with an honest look of confusion. He let out an empathetic sigh and patted her head.

"You're a genius, honey. But you're possibly more oblivious than a goldfish." Naegi chuckled at his subtly flustered girlfriend. He looked up and around the kitchen area. It was such a mess. Food was all over the tables and walls (somehow).

"I think we she could take out for the night, Kyouko. What do you think?" Naegi proposed. Kirigiri followed Naegi's actions, looking up and around. The curious look in her eyes quickly changed into a serious and understanding one. She nodded at Naegi and proceeded to sigh. Naegi got up, a smile still streaking across his face. He held his hand out to Kirigiri, offering to pull her up.

"Pizza sound good?" She took his hand and quietly giggled as they stood together.

"Sure, Makoto."

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