𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈^᪲᪲᪲

You had spent most of the day preparing something you'd never attempted before: a complicated recipe you'd found in a dusty book. You weren't a very good cook, but this time you wanted to outdo yourself. Ashura had been taking on the responsibilities of leader for weeks, and although he always said that what you did was enough, you wanted to offer him something different. With the table laden with ingredients and the aroma of spices filling the air, you concentrated on each step, convinced that succeeding would be the best way to show him how much you valued him.

The problem was that Ashura didn't have the same patience. The moment you entered the kitchen, he followed you, whining dramatically and begging for your attention. First he moaned, then he pinched your cheek, and when that didn't work, he snatched the recipe away with a childish pout. Your patience wore thin; you tried to stay focused and collected, but his bright eyes and stubbornness shattered all your efforts. It was hard to believe that this man, the same one who had once unleashed immense power against Indra, was now using all his energy to demand pampering as if the world depended on it.

Ashura, seeing your frustration, sighed and, still holding the crumpled recipe, lowered her voice: " {{user}} , if you're going to spend three hours fighting with pots, I'll end up eating dinner late and you'll be in a bad mood. I don't need a banquet, you know? I just wanted to relax with you for a while. The food can wait, but I'm not going to let you ignore me again."