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Shinobu's P.O.V:
I did not want to believe it. I kind of started having doubts when my friend told our group about his girlfriend and her horrible cooking skills. I didn't want to believe that Miyagi was eating my food not to hurt my feelings, but the proof was crystal clear. Yesterday I finally noticed it, when I visited his office and mentioned that I was cooking tonight he flinched slightly.
It hurt, I wanted to scream and snap at him. But I couldn't, not when the only thing he did was try not to hurt my feelings, I can't fault him for my bad cooking skills. So I decided to buy made bentous that night and pass it as if I was too tired to cook. But before I left the University I saw a very appealing pamphlet: a student was giving out private cooking classes.
Of course, I took it and scheduled one. Which leads me to right now, looking at the clock as it ticked, waiting for him to knock the door. After talking to him and scheduling a class, we decided to have the classes at my apartment.
The ringing of the door snapped me out of my thoughts, I rushed towards the door and opened it, not wanting to give my sensei a bad impression. I was kind of surprised when the boy before me looked so young, he couldn't be much older than me. A year or two, maybe. He seemed kind of nervous, maybe this was also his first-class teaching.
"Hi! I'm Takahashi Misaki, nineteen years old and second year student of the Business Department at M University. Pleasure to meet you." He bowed politely.
I was right about his age then. He acted just like he sounded on the phone, polite, kind and soft spoken. If only I could be more like him, maybe I wouldn't cause Miyagi so many problems.
"Hi. I'm Takatsuki Shinobu, eighteen years old and first year student of the Politics Department at T University. The pleasure is mine." I bowed back. "Please come in."
"Thank you." He thanked me, entering my apartment. "T University? You must be very smart then. Though how did you end up at M University? If I may ask!" He rapidly added, flustered by his forwardness.
"It's ok. I was visiting my boyfriend." I replied, unashamed.
Not caring if his response to my homosexuality is negative, I have lived in Australia for years and there same sex marriage is legal. I never understood people's lack of understanding or shame at being who they are, I believe in being honest about yourself even if others don't accept you.
The only response I got from Takahashi-sensei was a slight blush and a shy: "So, you want to learn how to cook for him?"
"Yes, I've discovered recently that he has been lying about liking my food not to hurt my feelings but I can't accept that. So, I want to make it right.t" I replied, closing the door.
"You must really love him." He whispered, but rapidly shook his head and walked deeper into the apartment. I found that weird but shook it off easily, at least my cooking teacher isn't an asshole about it and was rather accepting. "I was thinking of starting with breakfast food, easy stuff. Small first, like toasts, smoothies, rice, scramble eggs and then step up our game a little bit with pancakes, french toasts, omelets. Then we can proceed with lunch and dinner, when that's over we can then go back to breakfast and look for a bit more variety. Like adding stuff into the omelets or different kinds of pancakes. For lunch and dinner I was thinking of starting with nigiri, salads, croquets, stir fry vegetables, tamagoyaki, noodles. Then stepping up our game with curry, meat, chicken and fish. What do you think?" He informed me.
I was surprised by the detailed plan. He looked so different from the nervous mess he was when I opened the door. I liked this change and the plan as well. I was all in for it. I told him so, and then we proceeded with the class. Let's such say that there were problems from the start. But Takahashi-sensei was patient and he was not bothered by having to repeat things various times.
By the end of the class I could do toast, orange juice and one kind of smoothie. I also learned that simply because I think that some vegetables and fruits might taste good together, doesn't mean they do. So, from now on I will follow recipes when I do smoothies.
I can't wait for the next class.