After a moment of rummaging the cabinets, Reigen taps at his jaw, thinks through the options, and finally starts to roll his sleeves up.

"You're fine with hamburg and rice, right?"

"Yeah." Mob stip-steps over to the tiny kitchen, peeking past Reigen's shoulder while he's pulling a pan and a pot out onto the tiny countertop. "What should I do first?"

"You won't do anything." Reigen takes his hands, bringing them up to kiss the backs of his fingers. He wiggles his own to cross between Mob's, giving a happy squeeze as he lifts his face to smile. "Today I'm cooking for you."

Mob blinks at him, and his hair ruffles just a little when he squeezes back, turning his quickly pinker face away to look at the stovetop. "What do I do, then?"

"You can sit and keep me company if you want."

Mob takes up on that offer. He sits at the tiny kitchen table and leans to the top, watching Reigen's back as he washes his hands.

He catches himself admiding the way his shishou's fingers flex, arms move, the natural rhythm he has stepping from stovetop to fridge to chopping board. Mincing and sautéing onions, adding spices, cracking an egg, kneading meat. Throwing the patties, placing them in the fridge. Re-washing his hands. Drying them off.

"Alright. Those are in the fridge a bit, so I'm all yours for..."

Reigen looks back at him, stops, and then laughs, making Mob startle out of his staring. A hand toussles into his hair, soon joined by another, drawing down his temples to cup his cheeks and brush thumbs over his cheekbones.

"You've sure got a look on your face."

Mob's cheeks are a lot redder wondering what kind of look. Reigen kisses the tip of his nose before he can ask.

He frowns at the teasing smile. Mob wraps his arms around his shishou's back, tipping his head up, and Reigen gives him little pecks before finally giving him a proper kiss. His shishou pulls him to a hug with a smile into his hair, and while Mob was thinking of more kisses, the cuddling is nice. He presses into Reigen's chest to hug him back.

Reigen leaves him with a kiss when he has to go wash and cook the rice. Since everywhere else he's been has had a rice cooker, Mob is a little curious how it'll end up, but his shishou is talented. He's not that shocked it works as intended.

By the time the hamburgs are ready for frying, the rice is done. Mob gets up to peek into the frying pan as Reigen sets the steaks in, and he wraps one arm around Mob's shoulders, pressing a heavier mwah on top of his head.

He goes back to his seat with lovestruck, pink cheeks, smoothing his hair down.

The frying pan sizzles, Reigen hums. It smells delicious in the apartment. With the lid down to cook the insides properly, Reigen takes the downtime to come to Mob's side again. Constantly bothering his lover with playful flirting and kisses to his round, soft cheeks. Mob drinks that affection up until the egg timer rings and mercilessly draws his shishou back away.

Mob's mouth waters just watching the patties and rice be set. Reigen offers him a spoon of the sauce and he happily taste-tests, licking his lips in approval. He gets a little kiss on top of it. In no time a generous ammount is drizzled to their plates.

Two mugs are pulled from the cabinet, and Mob gets up at that point – taking the mug of milk Reigen offers him, one cup of rice, and floating their hot plates along to the living room table to eat by the TV.

Reigen drags the table closer, they give their thanks for the meal, and Mob prods at his steak. Reigen watches him dig in, blow to cool it down some and then take the first bite. After a few chews his eyes sparkle with excitement. "It's delicious!"

He can't help the smirk. "Right?"

Mob happily continues eating, and Reigen finally draws his eyes off of him to eat. He burns his tongue immediately. Mob offers him his water, blowing at his portion just a bit to cool it down while he drinks.

Despite the burnt tongue, he keeps smiling between every bite.

Mob likes it.
Mob likes his cooking.
The piece in his mouth is tough to swallow.

"Want to cook this together too?"

Mob chews a little faster, hurrying to clear his mouth – smiling a little from the embarrassing haste to reply. "Yes!"