svnpaws: cooking | kirisuna His fingers tightened on the sandwich the harder she stared at him,...

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cooking | kirisuna

His fingers tightened on the sandwich the harder she stared at him, leaving fingerprints on the bread that could potentially be used if their picnic date in a scenic little spot in the park turned into a crime scene. She was intense, her emotions building up behind the dam that was her apparently calm facade – a facade that was totally worthless to anyone in a ten foot radius who could feel the waves of tension. He saw her own fingers tighten on her skirt. He couldn’t understand why she was so nervous about a sandwich; he had had countless of them in Aincrad and it hadn’t quite hit him that her cooking skills may not be as flawless in reality.

That is, until he took a bite. And when his nose scrunched, brows furrowing together as the taste hit his tongue, he didn’t have time to fix his expression before the dam right in front of him broke.

“It’s horrible, I knew it!” Asuna’s lip wobbled and her fingers, if possible, clenched tighter in the fabric, knuckles turning white and cheeks turning red. The tension that had been in the air crashed to the ground in currents and Kirito could only lift a hand in her direction, alternating between opening and closing his fingers in distraught. He had no idea how he could help her.

She would see through any lie he made about liking her food, so instead he said, “Just because your cooking sucks doesn’t mean–” The sandwich that had been loosely in his grip was pulled away suddenly and then slammed into his face, accompanied by a shriek that mixed anger and despair into one wrenching sound.

When she calmed enough for him to approach, condiments still present on his shirt, he wrapped her in his arms and pulled her onto his lap. Her face was still red but accompanied by an embarrassed, childlike pout, and he nuzzled her cheek gently. “If you had let me finish, I would have said it doesn’t mean I still don’t want forever with you. Just a forever that may include more take out food than planned.”

Her hand lightly slapped his face before she heaved a sigh and gave in to his hold, placing her hands over his and tried to ignore the smell of mayonnaise.