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Yut-Lung begged for every holy deity to wipe the smug grin out of his friend’s face. All he did was ask the raven-haired Japanese boy a question. A simple question. Well, it was more of an embarrassing request for Yut-Lung. A request the one and only Eiji Okumura seems so eager to take from his best friend.
“Hey, Eiji…can you teach me….how to cook?”
That was all he said. He even had to avert his gaze from the other boy to hide his shame. He wanted Eiji to laugh at him. But, he knew very well that Eiji was too nice to mock even someone who could hate him.
What he didn’t know was how bright Eiji’s face looked when Yut-Lung finally decided to glance at him after shooting the question.
When Eiji first heard what Yut-Lung asked, he blinked. He blinked twice. Maybe even three times.
It took Eiji’s mind a good five seconds to register what his ponytailed friend said—with his very own mouth. He even wanted Yut-Lung to speak up so that he’d know his ears didn’t deceive him. But, he understood what Yut-Lung said and he heard him loud and clear. And with those words, he smiled. He didn’t know how to put his joy it into words yet. And so, just smiled.
He smiled as he pocketed his phone to put all his attention to his friend. He did as well when he got to his feet and rushed to be a few good inches right before him. He couldn’t help but chimed out his utter excitement to Yut-Lung as he asked a confirmation from his friend.
“Really? You want ME to teach you?”
Yut-Lung recoiled to see such a blinding smile face him. He had to take a few steps back. His friend’s positive energy is contagious, sometimes. In this case, he didn’t/doesn’t want to catch it before disappointment sets in.
“Y-Yeah…” Your enthusiasm is going to hurt my retinas. Stop looking at me with that blinding look—
Eiji cuts his train of thought. “Which dish do you want me to teach you then?”
Yut-Lung wanted his body to crumble and have his dust particles be blown away by the wind. He stuttered, struggling to even bring himself to phrase out, “Could you teach me…how to cook?”
He gritted his teeth at the emphasis. And slowly, but surely, he could feel the Eiji’s blinding stare recede. Sure enough, when he took a look at Eiji once again, his jaw was wide and his eyes were blinking.
Eiji was in disbelief. He croaked a hesitant “No way…”
“Way.” Yut-Lung forced a laugh and refused to meet with Eiji’s gaze once more. Instead of his usual warmth, he could feel Eiji’s aura turn into heavy miasma.
“Yut-lung…”
“Y-Yes, Eiji—
“Do you know how to cook an egg?”
“…No.”
“Fry anything with a pan?”
“N-No—“
“Do you even know how to cook rice?”
“Eiji, what’s with all these questions all of a sudden-?”
“Yut-Lung, SERIOUSLY!”
On that day, Yut-Lung thought Eiji’s screams were loud enough to rock an entire condominium. Also, on that very day, Eiji decided that he would teach Yut-Lung how to cook.