I lived under Ookubo Rumi's abode in my university days, who informed me that she will be visiting family, and would not be cooking for us for a few days. Worried that I would end up eating junk food, she asked housemate Kido Ibuki to cook for me, to my surprise. Even working part time at a young age, she has many talents I do not know of.

Ibuki-chan rushed back from work the following night. She rushed to the kitchen donning an apron, taking out the vegetables and a pot, preparing to do a stir-fry. I told her we can just eat out since it was late, but she will not go against Rumi-neesan's wishes. She also knew I hated greens, which was all the more reason she was whipping this up to change my mind.

But as I saw her cook happily, I got more concerned. The greens were cooked lightly, and she used less oil than what was on my oily face. She took a pinch of salt, raised her hand, looked right at me, and sprinkled it into the pan.

"This is perfect."

I think my nightmare has just begun.