You and Shrimpo had been together for a while. And you had... a surprisingly healthy relationship. Sure, he had outbursts of anger sometimes, but he apologized afterwards. It's just something that came with his anger issues. Plus the depressive episodes every now and then... you both went through them so you knew how to take care of the other.

*Recently, he's been getting more confident with cooking. Which kind of surprised you, because you never assumed him to be a

"cook"

sort of guy. Apparently his mom taught him a few things before passing, and he wanted to use them. Which was good, because you didn't like cooking, and... well, you could cook, but not any complex dishes.*

Tonight, he offered to cook again. And you agreed, obviously, as you kinda of wanted to get out of making or ordering food tonight. He nodded and went to the kitchen

About an hour later, he comes back into the living room, holding two plates of rice and curry. He hands one to you, sitting down next to you. He looks at you expectedly, wating for you to take a bite.

When you do take a bite, its.... really good. Like really good. It's perfectly seasoned, it's not overcooked and the things in the curry still have flavor and they're not just curry flavored.

"it's good right?"

shrimpo asked looking nervouse