opened tumblr and saw this draft from last year wtf is going on here
it sounds simple right? well, no. youāre wrong. utterly wrong.
you and sukuna are newlyweds. you donāt know how to cook, but you thought sukuna would be able to help. you know, hearing him saying malevolent kitchen or whatever bullshit you hear him spout during his daily sleep talking at 4:00am.
maybe it couldāve been like those tiktok comments where men say theyāll teach their wives how to cook if she doesnāt know how to.
but as you stand here, staring at the counter which is covered in god knows what, you realize that maybe you werenāt in the right mind when you thought cooking together would actually be a fun bonding time.
āfucking hell,ā he says, accidentally spilling the egg white and yolk all over the counter even though you told him to crack it gently.
āyou idiot, if i donāt see this mess cleaned up in under five minutes, youāre actually going to be deadā
āalright alright, donāt worry babe iāll clean it up so quickly you wonāt even remember it was there in the first place.ā he presses a small peck to your cheek, letting the touch linger there for couple of seconds, and then goes straight to cleaning everything up like the good husband he is.
a thought pops up into your headāyou guys should make egg fried rice! you have eggs, you have the green onions, and of course, you have the rice. sure you donāt know how to make it, but watching a youtube video on how to make it probably wonāt hurt.
wiping down the last bit of the counter, sukuna takes a small peek and what your typing up on your phone, and then sees a video starting to play.
āsmart. maybe we shouldāve done that from the beginning.ā
you send him a glare and he shuts up.
you and sukuna established that he will be the one telling you what to do, as said in the video, while you actually make the dish.
making the fried rice wasnāt so hard. you cut up the bright green onions, put the beaten egg and rice into the pan, and mixed until everything seemed perfect.(although itās something so simple that even a five year old can make it)
looking at the dish that you put together as if it is your first born child, you take a picture of it and post it on instagram with the caption saying ā#mendontdoshitā.
as you get ready for bed, you hear nothing but the occasional faint sound of an owl hooting. the food was nice, you thought, maybe cooking by yourself doesnāt seem too bad. even though you were the one who made it, sukuna was the one who cleaned the dishes and you donāt think that this would be a bad routine.
while in the midst of your thoughts sukuna suddenly speaks up.
āhey babe, what should we cook tomorrow?ā