#witheredknight

                                             “ ah– um … b … bon … bon app- appetit ! ”  there’s a gentle flourish to the words, pronunciation careful as it’s not a language she knows very well ( or at all– only the one phrase. ) but they’re stated with an obvious pride, a few plates set down in front of him. to some, maybe she appears to be a little too proud of something so simple, but for yui ? it’s only because it’s a labor of love– to make something for him. a commonplace tradition and yet, there’s an underlying mission that gives reason for her excitement.

it’s a trial and error method and she wonders if he can easily figure out what she’s doing : a fresh, spongy cake radiating with sweetness on one plate, while custard rests within the other dish. maybe completely random to some, but yui has her reasons ! oh, does she have her reasons for her choices in what she made him ! it’s a test, for she knows subaru doesn’t like vegetables, but what’s more is his lack of taste. maybe not one to take in flavor, but there’s a possibility he’s more favorable to textures of food, or colors ? ( trial and error, trial and error ! ) she’s determined to understand what he likes, so that she may make it proudly for him, or anything similar.

yui knows that so long as there are no greens upon his plate, he won’t react too terribly. her memory easily recalls that moment in the past. what seemed like ages, but was only months prior. he’d caught scent of the vegetables she was cooking and refused to emerge from his coffin. even at yui’s persistence. he had practically dragged her into it, and buried his nose into her soft mess of hair. floral scented shampoo permeating every corner of the coffin. it was a memory she recalls with fondness. being so close to him, not much said but his actions spoke volumes more.

yui has to pull herself back to reality, taking a seat near him and ignoring the prickling warmth staining her own cheeks at her thoughts. sherbet tones study him, then look back down to the plate before she offers a warm smile and looks away from him. she knows she must look like an absolute creep at this point, only wanting to know how he’d react to both foods. if he didn’t enjoy either, she would try again tomorrow with something different. there were many combinations; endless, even ! there would bound to be something out there for him.

           𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖜.          𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊.​

                                                 ＡＢＯＵＴ　下援ゝ

                                                  ＬＡＷＳ　医カの

                          “ subaru-kun-- look, isn’t it cute ?! ” a little scarf that she’s made-- KNITTED-- for herself. it would go well with a good portion of her wardrobe !!

catch me carrying u off all of this bullshit. that’s what’s happening.

                                    yui remains in silence, letting it hang tense, yet comfortably so between them. if he wishes to speak, she’ll be patient and wait for him to state whatever it is that’s cluttering her mind. hands have settled in her lap, and she wears curious, wandering expression so well. wondering what it is that’s so important to him. his cruel, bullying nature has definitely grown into something different for yui– not harsh, or heartless, but something that she’s easily accepted. it was a part of what made subaru who he was. a nature that not people would give patience to understand clearly.

             ( … ah– even if subaru-kun says it like that … ! it still makes me so happy. ) 

no theatrics, nothing– just a warm smile is given in response to his statement. one that reaches up and touches kind eyes without hesitation or pause as she looks to him. the words bestowed upon her are a clear reminder that she is appreciated. doubts are rarely presented, but yui does often feel concern that he may tire of her one day.