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Day in and out, Shirou painted. For longer than he remembered, he’d only known a life of following orders. That changed when he met Osceola.
The handsome chef at the castle was a rare sort who spent as much time in the kitchen as he did outside of it. He handpicked his own ingredients, unwilling to stick to a single role, unlike the rest of them.
“Would you like to join me for a meal?”
That had been the start.
Nowadays, Shirou often liked to help him cook. It was nice to put his paintbrush down and spend time together.