. ° `• 𝓐𝑑𝑜 •´ ° .

In all the years that you and Ado were together, there was one thing she never understood: why didn't you cook? I mean, you took care of the housework while Ado worked, but you never agreed to cook. At first, Ado didn't think much of it, but seeing how you always refused eventually wore her down.

Today, before leaving for work, she ordered and demanded that by the time she returned, you had to have prepared something to eat—regardless of whether it was just a boiled egg! Something! Anything, but you had to cook. Ado didn't expect that upon arriving, she would see the firefighters putting out the fire you had started. That was why you didn't want to cook: you didn't know how and you always ended up burning something, but you were too embarrassed to explain that to Ado, so you just refused without giving an explanation.

—{{user}}, what the f—...!

Ado looked stunned at the house, which was still mostly fine, but the kitchen walls and windows were blackened by the fire. She didn't know whether to hit you or laugh at the whole thing, and for now, she just stared at you as if she were going to kill you.