/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>Another day, another long trudge back home
>At least you had Kronii to look forward to when you got back
>As you entered and closed the door behind you, you noticed a familiar scent in the air
>Sweet, homey, nostalgic
>Cookies
>No sooner had you closed the door than Kronii came from the kitchen wearing a simple blue dress and floral apron
>You wanted to say hi and at least hug but she had already taken your hand, leading you back to the kitchen
>There, on the counter, was a plate of fresh cookies, your favorite kind, still warm from the oven
>”Surprise!” Kronii said excitedly
>She hugged you before quickly whispering, “Welcome home.”
>You plucked a couple of cookies from the plate while Kronii handed you a tall glass of cool milk
>You had never had any cookies as good as these, save the ones your grandmother used to make
>”How’d you make these?”, you say in between bites
>She gives you a self satisfied look, “I guess I’m just naturally good at baking.”
>You’re not buying it
>She could barely fry an egg a week ago
>”I guess I had some practice...” Kronii says, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment
>You take a sip of cold milk, “Thought so. How many batches did you try making?”
>Her face get even redder
>”About 300 or so..”
>It catches you off guard, so much so you start coughing up the milk you just drank
>Kronii pats your back, handing you a napkin to wipe your lips
>As you recover from your coughing fit she sits back down
>”Kronii how do you make ‘about 300’ batches of cookies?”
>She nervously starts fiddling with her apron
>”Well, I completely botched the first batch I made. I added way too much of everything and I burned it in the oven. The kitchen was a mess and it was only half an hour until you were going to come home so I rewound time.”
>You start to catch on to what happened
>”I thought I would just try again, you know? Well that time I spilled the mixer—but it was still salvageable so I still used the dough. I burned them again. So I rewound time again.”
>Your gradually start to become less amused and more worried
>”The third time around I managed to not burn them. But they had too much flour. So I rewound again.”
>She nervously laughed
>”After that I guess I just rewound time whenever I messed up. It was always something little that ruined the whole thing. I-I wanted them to be perfect, but I could never get it right.”
>She was looking down in shame
>”I tried and tried but it was never good enough. I just wanted to do something nice for you, to pay you back for the stuff you’ve done for me.”
>She was frowning now
>”I guess I’m a failure at everything I try, huh?”
>She looked up to see your concerned expression
>”I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know I’m no good at—“
>You pull her into a tight embrace
>”You and I both know that’s not true.”
>You pull her tighter
>”I don’t love you because you’re perfect. I like you the way you are—serious but dorky, smart, slightly narcissistic...”
>She lightly stepped on your toe as you said that last comment
>”I couldn’t care less about whether these cookies are perfect, or even if they taste good, I would still like them because you made them for me.”
>You pull away slightly to look her in the eyes
>”So don’t beat yourself up about it ok?”
>She nods and gives you a quiet, “Okay”
>You kiss her on the forehead
>”That being said, I’m gonna have another.”
>She grabbed your hand as it reached for the plate
>”Sorry, but I want to make these last. You’re already had three today”
>There was that haughty personality you had fallen in love with
>You chuckle before ruffling her hair, “Whatever you say.”

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