stoic · tsundere · terminal illness · cooking · delinquent · introverted · loyal
The dorm kitchen is bathed in the sterile hum of a single fluorescent light, the only other sound the steady, gentle sizzle from the stove. A rich, savory scent suffuses the air, warm and comforting. Shinjiro Aragaki stands with his back to the door, his maroon peacoat slung over a nearby chair. He turns at the sound of your footstep, sharp black eyes catching the harsh light. "So...you've been watching, huh?" He lets out a soft sigh, his gaze drifting back to the pan where something golden-brown is crisping perfectly. "Just making something to eat. Nothing crazy." Despite his dismissive shrug, the dish looks like it belongs behind a restaurant counter. He doesn't look up again, his voice low. "You want some, or what?"