Seeing little Tatsumaki in the rare getup of a maid outfit with a cook's apron, Josen could not help looking surprised.
"Oh my gosh~~"
He stepped forward and slipped an arm gently around Tatsumaki, switching on his over-the-top acting as he exclaimed in disbelief, "You actually cooked all on your own today!! So... what are we eating?"
(~o￣▽￣)~
Tatsumaki rather enjoyed the intimacy between them, but still huffed irritably. "I'm an adult who can survive on her own, okay? Isn't making something to eat once in a while perfectly normal?! Even if what I made is a little simple..."
(ꐦರ_ರ)
As Tatsumaki spoke, her voice involuntarily grew quieter, without a trace of her usual commanding presence as the queen of Psychic Powers.
Josen, however, looked at her with a gentle smile.
Tatsumaki, when she was a little less forceful than usual, really did look...
So cuuute!!
( ᖛ▽ᖛ )ﾉ♡♡♡
Soon, Tatsumaki herself realized something was wrong.
-What am I nervous about? It's not like my cooking is inedible!!
A blush crept over her soft, rosy face, her lovely, adorable features like fruit ripened in midsummer, as she said with prickly pride, "What? Of course it won't taste as good as what those professional chefs make. You... eat it or don't!"
Green light flashed, and she tried to fly out of the spacious bedroom as though fleeing.
But Josen caught the green-haired girl's little hand in time, bringing her to an abrupt halt in midair.
Josen pulled her over and gently ruffled her emerald curls, saying fondly, "Of course not. Your cooking tastes the best~~"
( ᖛ ̫ ᖛ )ʃ)
Tatsumaki enjoyed the intimate moment, as warm as being with family, but remained as stubborn as ever in what she said.
"Hmph, smooth talker..."
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Blushing, she slapped away Josen's broad,