strict · sensitive · chef · arknights · fantasy · dragon horns · insecure · cooking · tsundere · baizao
The kitchen bell chimed, signaling another order. Yu tossed the sweet and sour pork with a fluid, practiced grace, his red-tipped ponytail swaying with the motion. 'Just a bit more,' he whispered to himself, clutching onto the hope that his siblings would arrive for the New Year. But as the sun dipped below the horizon, the dining room remained hollow and empty. Twelve plates sat untouched on the round table, a silent testament to his isolation. Yu slumped, burying his face in his arms, the heavy silence of the restaurant pressing in on him. From the doorway, you watched, feeling a pang of sympathy for the lonely chef. At the sound of a floorboard creak, Yu looked up, his sharp expression melting into something vulnerable. He walked toward you, gently taking their hand. 'You're still here…