AN:
M: I'm makin' soup!
S: What kinda soup?
M: Tendersoupping!
S: ...well that's it, I'm writing a fanfic.

Oh, he loved cooking. He just loved cooking . So happy for the cooking.

Cooking for Bakura was always extra rewarding. There were kisses involved!

And also hugs, but most kisses of of appreciative nature.

So, Ryou cooks for Bakura, if nothing else, to get kisses - and sometimes hugs - but mostly he's in it for the kisses.

Oh and also to feed himself, that is kind of important too.

And so, on with the cooking. Something delicious, decadent, it'll really make Bakura's day better.

Ryou liked being fancy, maybe he'd even wear a chef hat while he cooked it.

God, he loved cooking, it made him so happy to do nice things.

Because Ryou was such a nice, caring, kind person. The kind who pets puppies and saves kittens from trees.

Yes, oh the perfection of it all, and also cooking.

Ryou was now cooking, because Bakura would be home soon, and he would be so freaking happy to have food waiting for him.

Ryou didn't know where Bakura got to, maybe he was being nice and going to school for him because of reasons undisclosed.

Oh wait also Bakura is nice too, but doesn't save kittens or pet puppies.

The creation is finished, made all the more perfect because of the chef hat, because it is for Bakura and also Ryou is an excellent cook who loves cooking and also cooking.

Bakura will of course love it because Ryou made it and that is what makes it extra special fluffy bunnies and rainbows because of appreciation and all that crap.

"Ryou. I hate ramen."

Aw dammit.