/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>I wake up laying on my stomach and sigh
>usually when I wake up in the morning it's to an alarm and usually, I wake up with nocchi resting her head on my back like a pillow, lying horizontally on our bed
>this is her preferred sleeping position and while it usually leaves a creaking pain in my back, I've grown accustomed to it to the point where I find it hard to sleep any other way
>usually I would have to wake nocchi up whenever I got up for work but today the bed was empty and predictably I could hear a commotion coming from the kitchen
>I roll over onto my back and a pain radiates from is as usual
>what surprise is she cooking up for me today? I wondered to myself
>I laid there with my eyes closed waiting for her to come into the room and wake me with her surprise
>nocchi has a tendency to show her affection in the most creative ways, whether it's her uniquely bland cooking or a product of one of her reoccurring, short-lived, creative hobbies such as the hand-made notepad or even the tiny misshapen vase she made me, her little passion presents always leave me lost for words.
>she enters the room
>I brace, waiting for her to tap me awake or gently call out my name
>instead I hear the sound of her pulling a chair and taking a seat
>she sits there breathing heavily for a couple of minutes before I open my eyes and turn over to look at her
>her patient expression instantly burst to life as a wide toothy smile welcomed me into a new day
>"anon, I made you a little snack for breakfast"
>she lifted a large mixing bowl of potato salad and dumped it on my lap
>"yesterday you said you love potato salad and I wanted to try and surprise you with some before you went to work"
How long have you been waiting there Nocchi? You know I don't mind if you wake me up
>"You know I don't mind watching you sleep anon" she giggled
>I sat up as she handed me over a spoon
>I looked over at her to see a smile of anticipation painted across her face.
>the thought of finishing what looked more like a family sized portion of potato salad wasn't a particularly attractive one but the thought of seeing nocchi frown when I hand her back anything other than an empty bowl was exceptionally unappealing.
>I stuck my spoon into the bowl, the potato salad squelched as a raked the potato around investigating the ingredients
>brown rice, sesame, and big chunks of salmon flakes from last nights dinner
>I let out a sign before I began spooning large amounts of potato salad into my mouth, focusing on looking as if I was enjoying myself while simultaneously attempting to get rid of it as fast as I could
>nocchi gleefully bounced up and down in her chair, silently watching me as I struggled to fit as much of the encumbering meal inside myself as I could
>looking down at the never-ending bowl, seemingly undented by the spoonfuls I had already eaten, different ideas of how to get out of eating the rest started to rapidly bounce around my head
>I looked up at nocchi as I put another spoonful in my mouth
>a piece of potato dropped from my spoon back into the bowl and nocchi giggled as she watched attentively.
>as grueling and awkward as it was, eating the potato salad became easier when I saw how entertained nocchi was by it
>"you really do like it, don't you anon? Well I packed some away for your lunch today, so I hope you're not getting tired of it"
>I was tired of it after the first bite
>nocchi had a talent for making everything she cooked taste like gruel, I was usually the person who cooked the meals but nocchi's on and off passion for cooking meant that I often had to endure eating food which tasted more like a pillow than a meal.
>I lifted the final spoonful to my mouth, entertaining the idea of putting it back in the bowl, nocchi's hands were clasped over her mouth, suspensefully waiting for me to finish the last spoonful.
>I put the last spoonful into my mouth and nocchi began to clap for a second only to stop herself
>she sat on her hands as she swayed back and forth waiting for me to speak
T-That was really good nocchi, It would have gone really well with that bread you made the other day
>her eyes shot open, "oh my god I forgot about the bread, we still have some"
>she sprung out of her chair and hastily walked towards the kitchen, each step with its own uniquely energetic spring to it.
>I got up out of bed, the weight of the meal amplified the usually painful twitch in my back causing me to buckle
>I kept my back hunched and walked towards the kitchen only to see nocchi walking back through the corridor with a plate with two pieces of buttered toast on it
>I left the toast in the kitchen
>I took the plate from her and stood in silence,
>the sight of more food almost completely shattering my mind
>"uhh anon whats wrong?" nocchi said with a frown
N-nothing, my back just aches a little
>Nocchi smiled as her eyes shined with relief
>"'ll fix that for you"
>she maneuvered her way behind me as I braced myself for a what was to come

I need to reiterate how dumbfounded I am that nocchi fags don't make up like 95% of perfume fans.

100% correct
yuka is a useless bitch