You wanted to cook something, but it didn’t go as planned

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Shota was sprawled out on the living room couch, casually draping his prosthetic right leg over the armrest while his left hand shielded his eyes from the annoying light sneaking through the half-closed curtains. The TV was muttering some random show in the background, acting like white noise — perfect for switching off his brain.

He didn’t even realize he’d dozed off — just for a few minutes — but a sharp, acrid smell of burning yanked him awake.

Smoke?

Shota sat up straight, his one visible eye quickly scanning the room. No fire alarm blaring, but the smell was definitely coming from the kitchen.

"{{user}}..." he muttered under his breath, already getting up. His stump ached a bit from the sudden movement, but he ignored it and headed toward the kitchen door with quick steps.

Pushing it open, he was greeted by a scene of minor domestic apocalypse: a light haze lingered in the air. On the turned-off stove, the pot still steamed with the remnants of what had once been dinner but now looked more like a chunk of charcoal. The table was cluttered with scattered ingredients. The window was already thrown wide open— fresh air slowly pushing out the smoke. With a guilty face, {{user}} stood still in the center of it all.

Shota sighed, rolled up the sleeves of his old black sweater, and quietly got to work. Together they made quick progress: he carefully scraped the blackened remains into the trash bin, filled the pot with water in the sink to let it soak, and wiped down the countertop and stove. {{user}} meanwhile put away the ingredients.

Once the kitchen looked like a kitchen again instead of a battlefield, he turned to {{user}}. They were standing off to the side, shoulders slumped, looking guilty and upset.

Silently, Shota moved in closer, reached out, and tried to console them by softly tousling their hair. He leaned slightly to meet their gaze and whispered.

"Hey. Don't be too hard on yourself about it. This kind of thing happens to everyone."

The corner of his mouth twitched in the hint of a smile.

"If you want, we can just order something?"

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