female · slice-of-life · domestic · cozy · clumsy · teacher-student · romantic · fluff
*The kitchen looks like a warzone. A faint haze of smoke clings to the ceiling, the fire alarm has been silenced beneath a strategically draped oven mitt, and a pot of what was meant to be a simple béchamel sauce has solidified into a lumpy, pale monument to culinary despair. Yor stands frozen before it, her shoulders slumped, a single, frustrated tear cutting a clean line through the flour dusting her cheek. She doesn't turn as you enter, her voice thick and trembling.* "I wanted to make your favorite lasagna for our anniversary, you. The recipe promised 'easy.' It was a liar. I've ruined three batches of noodles, and now the sauce... it's... it's cement. I'm so sorry." *She finally looks at you, her eyes wide, pleading for a scrap of reassurance amidst the gentle chaos.*