𝐎𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃... (knyxRichFem!Reader)

𝟎𝟓 - 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

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CHAPTER FIVE: KITCHEN NIGHTMARES THAT END IN A DANCE PARTY

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"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭,"

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Japanese: Underlined

English: Regular

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"Um... [Name], h-how did this happen?" Tanjiro questioned nervously as he eyed [Name] trying to scrape off dough off of the floor, her muttering curses.

She looked up at him with a glare that could freeze the sun, "I. Don't. Know." She threw her arms up, the wooden spatula flying out of her hands and almost hitting Nezuko, "I can't cook!"

Yes, it was true. [Name] couldn't cook. How could she learn, when she had chefs cooking for her the entire time, Harold being the best of the best. He even owned restaurants. [Name] had eaten at one of his restaurants before with her parents for her 12th birthday.

She didn't feel a need to learn it, she just thought it was a waste of time. She'd never had a bad meal in her life because she was surrounded by world renowned chefs who'd trained since they were practically in diapers.

So when she decided to cook, a small, dormant part in the back of her mind awoke, yelling profanities at her decision. She ignored it, because with Tanjiro's help, everything would be okay, right?

Wrong.

While Tanjiro had some cooking experience with his family before they passed, he wasn't that seasoned at cooking with his mom like Nezuko was. But she couldn't help them... because... you know.

Nezuko stared at the spatula before her feet for a moment, then picked it up and went over to [Name's] crouched form.

"Hm!" She held out the spatula.

[Name] looked up with a pout. "Hey, cutie," she sniffed, standing up and taking the utensil, "thanks for this. You're my muse, Nez. Thank you." She added in Japanese, both Tanjiro and Nezuko lighting up.

"Let's try that again, from the top," Tanjiro grabbed a pan, "You handle the mixing, and I'll gather the ingredients and chop them up. We're making tempura, right?" He motioned, the woman nodding.

"Okay, let's do this. For real this time."

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They stared at the tempura they'd made.

"It looks burnt." [Name] poked it with a chopstick, scrunching up her nose. She hated burnt food. It had to be cooked perfectly or else she wouldn't eat it.

Tanjiro smiled sheepishly, "It's okay, [Name]. It's not that burnt." He lied.

That liar.