Karamatsu was very sweet. Very sweet.  But he was also an idiot that had been cooked for his entire life.  When he’d insisted on making breakfast for the two of them, it had taken a lot, a lot, of willpower for Chibita to let him in his kitchen. Surprisingly, when Karamatsu had finally emerged, after a lot of banging around in there and burning things and giving Chibita horrible images of his apartment being burnt down by his very sweet boyfriend, he’d brought Chibita a plate of eggs that looked more or less normal, though he’d be an idiot to think looks were everything when it came to food. Hesitantly he took a bite and was disappointed, but not surprised to taste the damn Dead Sea in his eggs. He set his plate down, forced his face out of a grimace, and slowly explained to Karamatsu the difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon.