"Due to a certain somebody
fainting from hunger,

I--the GENEROUS Yamasato Kaito--

have decided to treat you
to my AMAZING home-cooking."

"Eh..."

"No worries. It's on the house.

So don't be shy and have a seat."

He must have hit his head
at least once before in his life,
because his chest was already
puffing up from unnecessary pride.

I guess...

for the moment,

It wouldn't hurt to play along.

"Okay..."

I obediently seated myself at the dining room table and waited for the food.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"Wow,

you're unexpectedly honest."

My stomach growled again.

"Hurry up."

"Okay okay, Princess."

YamaKai winked and pointed his ladle at me
as he pushed a plate over.

What an unnecessarily cocky pose.

"..."

"There wasn't much in the fridge,
so I had to improvise.

Hope you like omu-rice.*"

The arrogant chef kindly explained to me.

I observed the dish,
noticing how the food had been intentionally placed so that it was perfectly aligned
with the middle of the plate.

Furthermore,
on top of the centerpiece
(a giant fluffy omelette),
there was a tiny heart scrawled in ketchup.

"...and this is?"

The clown avoided my gaze.

"I-it was made with love, okay?"

His cheeks almost turned
as red as the ketchup.

I glanced back down at the dish,
finding it quite hard
to make a serious comment.

'Love,' huh...

I'll let it slide just this once.

"Itadakimasu.**"

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A/N:

*Omurice = a Japanese dish consisting of omelette on top of fried rice with the addition of ketchup

**itadakimasu = an essential phrase used before a meal; its meaning is equivalent to"Thanks for the food" or "let's eat"