Hosoml creaked open the door and slowly stepped in, seeing Yeno laying facing the wall.

"Hey, Yeno.."

"Go away." He mumbled, pulling the blanket up to his chin and rolling onto his stomach. Hosoml frowned slightly and walked over to his bed, tugging the blanket away from his face.

"You haven't come out of your room all day," Hosoml paused, brushing the red hair out of Yenos face, "What's wrong? You look like shit."

"Nothing, get out my room." Yeno muttered, pushing Hosomls hand away. He rolled over, facing away now.

"Come on." Hosoml shook him by the shoulder lightly, but Yeno wouldn't budge. "Yeno, get up. You need to eat something, dumbass..."

"I'm not hungry. Now get out." He once again pushed Hosomls hand off again.

"You still need to eat." He rolled his eyes before yanking Yeno up and picking him up, "Come on now, I'll make you some food." Yeno groaned and tried to slide out of Hosoml's arms, but he just threw him over his soldier and began to carry Yeno out of the room.

"I don't want to eat your cooking, I'd rather starve." Yeno muttered, slightly kicking to try and make Hosoml drop him.

"I... It's not that bad..." Hosoml paused for a moment, glancing to check his reaction, "Is it really that bad?"

Yeno slowly nodded.

"Everything you cook turns into the same color as your hair." He commented as Hosoml set him down on the couch and pulled a blanket over him.

"Well, you're gonna eat it anyway."

"I don't wanna eat a burnt black piece of rubber."

"You're gonna fucking eat it." Hosoml flicked Yeno on the forehead.

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Hosoml stared down at the food he had made, and burnt.

"I really did try my best..." Hosoml began, but Yeno put up his hand to quickly stop Hosoml from continuing,

"This looks like a hockey puck, Hosoml."

"Just try it!" He encouraged, pushing the plate closer to him. Yeno glanced at it and then back at Hosoml.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Yeno lowered his head slightly.

"Man, fuck you too then." He crossed his arms.

"I love you, but... I'd actually rather eat shit. I can't even tell what you were trying to make." Yeno pushed the plate away.

"It was supposed to be macaroni, but I left it too hard, and uh.." He reached over and chipped off a bit of the now black and charcoal like supposed food, "Got a bit burnt."

"Ah... A bit?" Yeno dry swallowed as he stared at the 'food' on his plate.

"Well.. I'm not gonna make you eat this." Hosoml finally sighed as he picked up the plate and dumped it into the trash. "But you're still gonna have to eat something."

"I'm not eating your cooking." Yeno said quickly.

"I know. I'll just go get a TV dinner, we can watch something. I'll pick up some DVD movies." Hosoml muttered as he walked over to put on his shoes. Yeno slumped at the table, laying his head on it and scratching at the wood. Hosoml stood up as he put on his jacket, slipping on gloves and a scarf, putting the loops of his mask around his ears.

"Do you wanna come with me?" He asked, walking over to Yeno, patting him on the head.

"No, I'm tired." He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Hosoml nodded and pulled Yeno up, leading him to the couch.

"Lay down, I'll put something on the TV for you to watch." He put in a DVD and grabbed a blanket, tossing it onto the couch next to Yeno.

"You almost hit me with that." He frowned, picking it up and unfolding it, covering himself with it.

"I know." Hosoml shrugged as he grabbed his keys.

"You're an asshole." Yeno muttered and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. You have fun, I'll be right back."

"Pick up some medicine too."

"Yeah, sure."

"Alright, see you."

"See you." Hosoml paused for a moment before mumbling an "I love you."

"What was that?" Yeno lifted his head, looking over at him.

"Nothing, I was talking to myself. Bye-bye." Hosoml waved and quickly left, locking the door behind him.

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